vivien hugo's wife

"LADY IN THE STREET BUT A FREAK IN THE BED"

FEAT - When your sweet and gentle boyfriend decided to let out all his desires on you👀👀

WC - 1.5K

Something you could never wrap your head around was how gentle Vivian Hugo was with you. Despite his very tall and strong stature, his hands handled you delicately, as if you were a piece of fine china. Ever since you were a kid you found yourself intensely accident prone, scraping your knees, spilling stuff or dropping plates, like a walking hazard. It had reached a point where your parents refused to entrust you with anything that wasn't shatter resistant.

Growing up, you were always tripping, falling and staggering. You basically had lived at the nurses office, having your legs coated in bandaids and icepacks to soothe your bruises. To be honest, it all came down to your lack of spatial awareness; well any awareness anyway. Yet, upon meeting Vivian, you found yourself being a lot less accident prone.

You never really noticed it, but it started off small, his large hands catching you when you fell, ensuring you were safe. But it wasn't just the way he caught you before you fell, it was the softness within his grip, as if you were a fragile butterfly. Additionally, you noticed when he would grab you and pull you back before you bumped into something, the action was done so smoothly that you didn't even realise it in the moment. Or when he catches drinks before you spill them, or when he offers to hold all your items, leaving you hands free, or that time your legs were exhausted, so he simply carried you home, holding your herls at his side. It wasn't even your clumsiness, it was how he always managed to be so sweet towards you.

Currently, you were sat beside him, as he mindlessly talked about his day, his monotone voice providing adequate white noise for you. Scanning his face, your eyes were eventually attracted to the sight of his lips, how pretty they looked when he talked, how they frowned slightly after you told a stupid joke, or how they would harbour subtle smile when he looked at you, not just holding eye contact, truly looking at you, paying attention.

They were just awfully kissable right now, as if both of your mouths were opposing magnets, begging to unite. Waves of sudden neediness washed over you, baptising your body in absolute desire. Just the way he treated you like a princess was enough to ignite something within you. You wanted to see him all hungry and primal, as even in intercourse, he was so awfully gentle and kind, never wanting to cause you any sort of pain. Initially, it was sweet and romantic, yet now, you found yourself wanting something more, wanting him to unleash his inner desires.

"Mon chou?" He called out, instantly regaining your attention. "Are you alright? You're staring at my face, is there something on it."

God, his voice was so soft. It just made you even more attracted to him, he looked so kissable, you just needed to pepper his pretty face with chaste kisses. Finally, you found the willpower to reply and muttered out.

"Vivian.." You whispered softly, causing his eyebrow to raise, waiting patiently for you to continue. "Please. Please kiss me."

To that he hummed, clearly eager to fulfill your request. He smirked a little, taking pleasure in the fact he left you so breathless. His fingers cupped your chin, as he kissed you with the utmost gentleness. His tongue didn't dare intrude, not till you allowed him too, but that didn't mean his hunger and desire weren't present.

"Mon chou, could I deepen the kiss?" He pleaded between kisses, as you stared at him, intensely flustered. Instead of replying, you simply nodded which granted him to continue.


He was pleased by your abrupt compliance, his tongue pushing into your wet cavern as your tongues pressed against eachother, you desperately trying to keep up with his growing desire. Before you could even react, his large arms snaked around your body, caging you into close proximity.

With his fingers wandering aimlessly, he found interest in the arch of your back, his hands pressing you further against him.

When you pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you, as you breathlessly panted. Air hitting your lungs as if it were an antidote. Flushed with need, you glanced up at Hugo, who seemed rather relaxed, which wasn't surprising considering his commendable stamina as an athlete.

"Y/N." He called out, his voice laced with something, something needy and ravenous. A side you had yet to see in your sweet boy.

"Please, please let me go further." He begged, his hands squeezing your waist roughly. Causing you to yelp, before nodding vigorously. "You don't have to lift a finger, just sit there and take it, okay?"

With that incentive, you were sold, not only did you get to witness Hugo truly unleash himself on you, you didn't have to raise a finger. God, that gentleman was sweet to you, even when he was being somewhat "selfish."

Climbing into his lap, you looked at his black eyes, despite the dark colour, they were fueled by arousal and want. He needed to do this, he needed it badly. Nervously, you kissed him again, whilst his hips rolled against your clothed sex. You mewled into the kiss, he was diving straight in, not wanting to stall at all.

One of his hands secured itself onto your hip, steadying you for a very bumpy ride, whereas another one positioned itself onto the back of your head, refusing any chance of escape. After a futile battle, your tongue surrendered to his, allowing it to roam freely in your wet cavern, eliciting soft whines and whimpers from you.

"Fuck." He cursed out. "You taste so damn good." The sudden praise caused your face to go a soft tinge of red. He murmured in your ear, scared to startle you with his growing problem. "Ma cherie, I'm going to go inside, okay?" Ensuring you were comfortable with this.

"Please, please do." You gasped, repeatitn please like an unholy mantra.

Fiddling with the waist band of his pants, you at last pulled them down, where his thick cock jutted out, a very pretty one at that. With a soft pink tip, along with the perfect combiantion of girth and length, the sight was provoking your mouth to drool. God, you really couldn't believe that had been inside you. His manhood seemed to be sculpted by Aphrodite herself, blessing you with this absolute beast.

"Kyah!" You yelped out, alarmed by how hard it had gotten after being freed from the confines of his pants and underwear. Despite you both simply kissing and grinding, it was coated with precum, glistening softly and making it look all the more prettier. "Can I put it inside, no prep, I-I can't wait."

To this, Hugo was mildly surprised, you'd never not been prepped before, but he decided to do so anyway, pulling down your pants and casting your panties aside, to reveal your sopping cunt, and how it cried to be filled with his thick member.

Arching your back, you mewl as Hugo blessed your guts with the most cruelest punch ever, the tight ring of muscle squeezing around him, desperately trying to accomodate his ungodly size. Shit, did he have to be so athletic? Your nails dug into his toned bicep, as you littered all sorts of imprints upon it, to which he didn't seem to mind. Biting down on your lip, you glanced at how his girthy dick caused a slight buldge to protude out of your stomach, another reminder of how ridiculously huge he was. He was fucking filling you to the damn brim.

It wasn't till you finally caught your breathe, did he began to jack hammer into you, his hips rolling into you. Oh god, you really couldn't, especially after not being fucking prepped.

"Vivian, oh my god!" You squeeled, your gummy walls spasming around his cock, causing him to grunt out in pleasure.

A muscle in jaw ticks, giving away the faint quirk of a smirk in his lips. (lmfao i laughed writing this😭😭). He seemed to be enjoying himself dearly, just using his pretty girlfriend like a goddamn fleshlight.

Squelch after squelch after squelch, you were an absolute mess, sweat and arousal coating each inch of your body, as Hugo continued to thrust into you at a horrificly quick pace, he managed to keep this up for what felt like hours. Soon, you found a coil of arousal build up in your core, a clear signal thag you were gonna cum.

"Vivi!!" You whimpered out, as he barely registered what you were saying, too damn pussy drunk on your soaking cunt to realise you were speaking. "Hah, I'm gonna cum, holy shit!" You screamed out, pleasure lacing your tone.

"Attagirl, I'm right- fuck- behind you okay?" He replied, after a few minutes, as he found himself get closer and closer to his release.

After what felt like centuries of pleasure just building up, you finally came all over him, coating his pretty dick with all sorts of fluids as it glistened beautifully. However, your fucked out expression was much more prettier to Hugo. Ruffling your hair, he kissed your cheek before scooping your limp body up. Intending to prepare a relaxing bath for the both of you, to wash your bodies after that euphoric climax the two of you had.

・❥・smut mdni god forbid a girl get some early morning cardio... especially when your mans looking a bit too fine to be asleep ;p

you don't mean to.

that's what you tell yourself, anyway.

it's early, the kind of early where the light through the curtains is still grey and soft, and the whole room smells like him, like warmth and sleep and something faintly cologne-sweet. sae is still out, breathing slow and even beside you, one arm thrown above his head, lashes resting dark against his cheeks. he looks almost approachable like this. almost soft.

and then your eyes drop.

his sleep shorts have ridden up just enough. his thighs are right there, and god, they're unfair. lean and athletic, dusted with a faint tan line, the muscle of them visible even relaxed. you know how strong they are. you've seen them on the pitch. you've been between them.

you shift a little. just to get comfortable. that's all.

except comfortable ends up with your thigh slotted over his and your hips doing this slow, half-conscious roll, chasing the friction before your brain has fully agreed to it.

the first press of his thigh between your legs makes you exhale quietly through your nose.

okay.

you can't stop now.

you move again, slow and careful, not wanting to wake him yet, riding the firm muscle of his thigh with the thin fabric of your underwear the only thing between you. the pressure is good. it's really good. you bite your lip and let your hips find a rhythm, small and shallow, hands braced soft against the sheets.

a tiny sound slips out. barely anything. a little breathy exhale.

sae's breathing changes.

you freeze.

"…" nothing. he's still.

you wait three full seconds, then keep going.

the friction builds and your hips roll a little deeper, chasing it, and another sound rises in your throat, this one less controlled, a soft whimper that you try to muffle against your own shoulder. the warmth is pooling low in your stomach and you're wet now, genuinely, the thin cotton of your underwear useless.

"you're actually unbelievable."

I can imagine Hugo being like rlly inlove with reader and he would be also like act so sweet with her while reading books. He would also introduce reader to some of his favourites and would be glad if they end up reading it. Idk y'all but he seems like the loveable type. Like nonchalant on the outside but inside he's melting and stuff. He would take reader on dates, like, for example, in Paris. Some famous parks or, ofcourse, Libraries he had been before. He would also take you to soccer practice or something while you cheer him on even though its only you and him in the field. I would also imagine him giving you lots and lots of gifts, like for example, accessories, bags, dress, some books of course.

Would he be the jealous type?

Maybe...Idk abt y'all but maybe yes.

I can imagine him glaring at the guy you're talking to about 5 minutes ago, and then ends up walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while he read his book. Then you excused yourself and tell him—"why r u hugging me so tightly" then he would respond by saying "it's cold. You don't have a jacket." And then you would say..."But it's sunny.." And then he ignores you and continues to read his book. While pulling you closer and closer each word that came out your mouth.

If you're really stressed abt something or some school work, he would help by staying beside you and helping you correct your grammar about your essays since he reads book all the time. And you would be feel appreciated (frustrated) about it.

Would he cuddle?

Yes. Sometimes. And I would say it's CANON. I can imagine him reading a book as he plays with your hair while you laid down beside him and stuff, watching smth on ur phone. Then he would stop sometimes and you would complain about it. Tell him until he plays with your hair again. Maybe give him a little kissies here and there because u would tell him how 'you love him sm to the point ur gonna die.' And he would say. 'Don't.' Eyes still on the book.

I would imagine him saying something while you squish his cheek like 'squish, squish.' And then you would say 'it's cute how you always add some onomatopoeia's in random times' and he would say 'yes, yes.'

One time while you both were walking together, the wind picked up and flew alot of leaves away. Then you heard him say 'whoosh..' And then turn to him like 'cutie'. And then he would look at you with those dull eyes that you find cute. And then place your hands on his cheeks and squish it. He would let you.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑠𝑎𝑒, 𝑘𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑜, 𝑙𝑜𝑘𝑖, 𝑟𝑖𝑛, 𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑎, 𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑖, 𝑟𝑒𝑜, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖, 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦, 𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑢, 𝑦𝑢𝑘𝑘𝑖, 𝑛𝑜𝑒𝑙, 𝑘𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑢, 𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑎, 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑓𝑖𝑐, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑘𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑜𝑐, 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐: 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛

THISSSSSSS!!!!!!! curate your own internet experience. block them because they’re allergic to peanut butter, block them because they have what you don’t, block them because they dislike your favorite food, block them because you don’t like their layout, block them because you can.

blocking is NOT a personal attack against someone. it’s you curating your own internet experience and catering for your comfort, and you have every right to do that.

you, yes, you!!! you CANNOT tell other people to censor themselves for your own comfort and personal likings. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t post. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t write. you CANNOT tell them what they can or can’t draw. BUT you CAN block them for whatever reason.

And if you want more of a ship/fandom/creator’s content? Do the inverse! Like, reblog, follow, send nice asks saying what you liked about that post/fic/piece. Guarantee you it’ll mean the world to those people.

Your blog/profile is YOUR space.

starring — otoya eita, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, bunny iglesias content + warnings — pranking your bf by sending him a "she's busy right now text" — smau. fem!reader. ot*ya is in it. mentions of cuckholding in saes part (as a joke tho😭). an — this was requested!

⤹ 18+ mdni ୨୧ ‧₊ hugo takes care of you during exam week.

it was exam week.

and everybody and their mamas knew what happened during this time of the year, you spent all of your time holed up in your room studying.

and hugo was proud of you, believe me he was, but he felt sooo bad! you were working your butt off and all he wanted to do was take care of you, give you a break.

so he did.

he approached you when you were busy revising your notes on the bed and slotted himself between your thighs, he plucked your notebook from your hands and kept it neatly on the bedside table.

“you’ve been working so hard, let me take care of you mon chou.” hugo whispered, kissing your thigh, fingers already finding their way to the waistband of your shorts.

“hugo—one last—” but he shushed you by placing a long finger on your lips. “uh-uh, just feel.” he tugged your shorts off along with your panties, tossing them away to a corner of the room.

your scent hit him immediately, oh his poor girl, must’ve been so needy and pent up for so long it made his heart clench.

he blew cool air on your throbbing cunt, watching it pulse with want. “look at you..” he cooed, spreading your legs wider, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs.

he spread your lips with his middle and forefinger, watching your clit throb like it had it’s own heartbeat. “gonna take such good care of this pussy.” hugo murmured, voice thick with want.

he latched his lips to your clit, making you gasp and buck up into his face. he groaned at your taste flooding his senses, all he could see was you, all he could feel was you.

his tongue dipped into your clenching hole to gather your essence, gulping it down in mouthfuls. “h-hugo..” you whined, hands reaching down to fist in his maroon hair, each painful tug making him moan into your cunt.

he pulled you flush against his face, burying his mouth in your dripping sex. his nose bumped against your clit, and your juices ran down his chin to stain the bedsheets.

you ground down against his face which made his eyes roll back, gosh, he loved it when you used him for your pleasure. he could spend forever down here.

he moved to lap at your clit, flicking it with his tongue while his fingers prodded at your entrance. “open up f’me.” he muffled into your cunt, he pushed two digits inside of you, feeling you greedily suck them up.

he felt your warmth clamp around him and it had him humping the bed. his fingers curled and uncurled inside you, finding that warm spongy spot deep inside of you with practiced ease.

“hugo—gonna!” you cried out, head thrown back. you felt the all too familiar coil tighten in your lower body, your hole clenching around hugo’s fingers like you didn’t want to let go.

“cum for me, go on.” hugo mouthed against your inner thigh, punctuating his words with a kiss to your cunt.

your thighs trembled as your orgasm washed over you. a keening cry erupting from your throat. hugo swallowed every drop of your cum, making sure none went to waste.

he kissed you through your come down, gently massaging your thighs. “there we go, such a good girl.” he hummed, crawling up your body to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it had you grinding down on his thigh.

when he pulled away, he just smiled and patted your cheek, “go back to studying, mon cherí.” before getting up and leaving.

you swore you saw him sniff his fingers.

a/n: for my bby lush bc she wanted it hope i delivered

© 2026 - @gravelocked you can never be me

pairings: vivien hugo x gn! reader

synopsis: hugo is a cunning bastard, using any means necessary to fuel his sexual fantasies. this time, he somehow ropes you into spitting in his mouth.

contents and warnings: hugo is so fucking weird in this... idk what the hell he's doing, downbad hugo, pathetic hugo, hugo is whipped for you, dom reader, sub hugo lwk but then also not bc he takes charge? very suggestive, making out, hugo is a starved man, hugo has a boner and is blue balled sorry. ALSO !! CRINGE ASF TITLE !! BUT IDK WHAT ELSE TOPUT !!

word count: 2k

a/n: must i repeat myself, !! CRINGE TITLE !! also this is possible bc @stmlucky wanted them aggressively making out, so here it is... like months later... i hope its aggressive enough... i was lwk getting embarrassed but everybody thank my twin sis right now, i was so concerned writing this... bunny fic coming out tmr hopefully !! ENJOY READING!! sorry that it's short... more pathetic hugo incoming...! also uhhhh idk if i should tag... also not proofread bc my head hurts anddddd this is so corny to read

a/n 2: part one and part two ??? idk u dont have to read but real ones already have 🥱🥱🥱

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Vivien Hugo was a scheming little bastard; a sick fuck who got anything he wanted from you through underhanded means.

And right now, well, right now he wanted you to spit in his mouth.

He could care less if it was dirty or crude like everyone whined about it being, he just wanted you to spit in his mouth, sticky and wet and rough— Hugo wanted it bad.

Like reaaally bad.

michael kaiser’s highest form of respect is calling you by your name.

Kaiser loves you in a strange way.

Contrary to common opinions held about the flamboyant man, he is not excessive in his affections towards you.

Kaiser doesn't do cute pet names like any other man in love would, nor does he shower you in endearments like you've seen people do their lovers in movies and books.

Instead, he just calls you by your name.

That's it. And that's all.

Curt, blunt and straight to the goddamn point, Kaiser refers to you in arguably the most boring-est way possible whilst being absolutely adamant on his refusal to call you anything else!

Gosh! Would it kill him to at least call you the fond terms everybody else calls their lover?! Even for a small moment?!!

The thought has you simmer in a fit of envious rage as your narrowed gaze landed on him across your shared bed, visibly occupied with the psychology book he'd been perusing this evening.

You would think, that the guy who was quick to assign everybody else a role in his life would have done the same to you, that he would've given you some kind of label like he did the others, however, and much to your absolute dismay, he hasn't even done that— he doesn't even call you his lover.

The realisation has your brain spin with countless questions and your heart thump with unease for your shared future — just what the hell were you to him?

"Micha…" Your voice is thin, weaved with uncertainty and taut with misplaced fury.

"Hm?" He immediately looks up from his book at the beck of your call, eyes fixating on your hunched figure with mild concern. "What is it [Name]?"

There he go again… just calling me by my name…

You huff with effort, arms crossing as your nostrils flared with irritation. "You keep doing that…"

"…."

Kaiser eyed you for a short moment, forehead creasing with growing confusion at your sudden change in demeanour. Closing his book shut and placing it aside, he gave you his full attention with a pointed stare and an arched brow.

"And what exactly is it, that I keep doing [Name]?"

Your jaw clenched instantly at his tone, frustrations growing tenfold. Ugh, did he seriously need you to spell out everything for him?

"You love to read psychology books, don't you? Why not use them to figure out what you keep doing?"

"[Name], reading psychology books doesn't suddenly give me telepathic abilities—"

"That! You keep doing that! Goddamn it!" You pointed at him an accusatory tone, ignoring the way he flinched under your blame. "You keep calling me by my name!"

"Well maybe because, I don’t know— that's your fucking name!?" His eye twitched at your sudden admittance, just what the hell were you trying to fight over now?

"Yeah but— but what about the cute pet names that couples in movies give each other?!" You whined with a phlegmy sniff, throwing your hands up in the air in disbelief.

"…What."

Kaiser resisted the urge to drag his hands across his face at your complaints for a non-existent issue. Were you seriously complaining about this?

This?!

Of all things to complain about— not being called a pet name was your biggest concern?

"Oh my God."

"Why won't you call me 'babe' or 'my love' like every other guy does?!"

"Because that's not your name." He persisted, unwilling to relent like you'd hoped.

Your silence to his response urged him to cup your face and guide you closer to his proximity. "And I'll always call you by your name."

"Why…?" You jut your bottom lip out in defeat, revelling in the way his calloused thumb rubbed at the flesh of your cheek.

"Because that's who you are, [Name]."

The blue hue of his eyes glistened bright with quiet devotion, a reflection of the ardent affections he held for you.

And curse him, really, because how could you remain stubborn when you could only see reverence in his desperate expression? When you could practically hear the deep candour of emotions laced in his soft admittance?

When you knew instantly that he meant every word he said?

What a cruel man he was, targeting your gentle heart that was simply helpless against the force of who he was.

"You're… you’re making me really angry, y'know?" You grumbled, voice muffled under his shirt.

"Don’t care.” He held you close, nose pressed against the warmth of your temple. “And… won’t apologise for it.”

Kaiser just couldn't bring himself to do it, to call you by anything else besides your name.

Because for the boy who has never once been called Michael, not by his father nor his mother, there was nothing more profoundly intimate than the direct acknowledgement of one’s existence.

A name is the unique manner of recognising an individual, and Kaiser has come to learn, that there is no better show of respect than speaking your name.

Nothing will come close to the intimacy of being seen.

You are not just his lover, that is not the extent of your existence, rather, you are someone who he has come to love. And Kaiser will always remind you of that every chance he gets.

There isn't a particular role you play in his story, not when he wishes that you simply live as yourself.

For the boy with no name will value yours with upmost reverence.

a/n: lwk this means sm to me, the art of calling someone by their name is a deep intimacy i can go and on about, and to me, love should always be founded on respect.

you are always yourself before you are anything else <3

i think kaiser perfectly encapsulates the emotion i hope to convey, btw this is the opposite scenario of my oneshot called just a love interest !!

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starring — otoya eita, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, bunny iglesias content + warnings — pranking your bf by sending him a "she's busy right now text" — smau. fem!reader. ot*ya is in it. mentions of cuckholding in saes part (as a joke tho😭). an — this was requested!