ik why ur here

pls give me prompts i write smut

[iheartsmut101]

I just read your latest hugo post and oh my god…tears literal tears(absolute cinema). I was thinking that maybe we could get some Hugo smut headcanons?? :D

sure i just needa not be lazy

[iheartsmut101]

| +18 hugo’s a service dom, ok?

You can’t even recall how you ended up in this position: your pussy’s swamping hugo’s jaw, while his tongue still pistons though the riptides with ease.

“Look at me,” his voice bounced off your gummy walls. Hugo delivers a mean nip to your clit before licking an apology.

“Can’t—fuck, I can’t” you whimpered measly for the umpteenth time.

It started with a simple kiss, really. The way his lips pillowed yours and his stupid smile left you wanting more. Then there was his invasiveness. Even when your chests were smushed together, his cologne suffocated the room fighting a vacant space that didn't exist between you two.

How the fuck were you supposed to know it ended like this.

He moans a ‘goodbye’ that vibrates your tight sex like some echolocation. you can’t decide if you’re aroused or annoyed at the fact he courts your pussy as if it were an actual person.

Hugo’s voice broke your daze, “Flip on your stomach.”

He didn’t wait for you a response (not that you were in any position to give one). Seizing you by your hips, he flipped you over. With one guiding hand pressing on the small on your back, and the other lifting your hips, your body had no choice but to embrace the cold breeze kissing your wetness and the bite of Hugo’s panning gaze lingering behind you.

(i wanna finish and write more but lmk if this is trash or y’all fw it)

[iheartsmut101]

| +18 he played a good game, reward him ok?

it takes three minutes to get him off.

it was meant to be a simple show of gratitude—not a reconstruction of your whole sex life. at first you did small things: making him a meal after an ok game, being the meal after a bad game, gosh you even crafted him the cute soccer basket you saw online.

it felt redundant, specifically the gift basket, since sponsors already gave him everything he needed but he appreciated the sentiment.

well, up until now of course.

your pussy choked his cock with every stroke, the creamy ring forming at the base spread quickly to the tip before it was consumed again. and again. and again.

“what the—fuck, slow down.”

but you couldn’t. how could you with him below you, moaning so sweetly? you would’ve missed his quiet symphony over the melody that rang through the room with a slam of your hips on his.

luckily, you didn’t miss the slight waiver in his voice, and the absence of that stern tone he took every time he was the one pinning you down.

He’s already squirming, a pent up whine escaping his lips. He didn’t miss it either.

im sorry idk if i should finish this, leave a comment if i should tho ima write hugo smut rn