vivian hugo size kink where he needs to be on you, over you, enveloping you during sex. he needs to feel your body squirming beneath his as the pleasure leaves you weak and babbling nonsense. needs your hands grabbing at his biceps as he wraps both arms around your frame, caging you between him and the bed, pounding into you until you’re seeing stars.
“stay still.” you whispered under your breath, uncapping the eyeliner pen. “mm.” hugo hummed, his hands lay still on your hips, coarse thumbs rubbing soft circles on your waist.
you tucked your tongue between your teeth as you began dotting the lines to map out where the eyeliner would go. aiming to make a simple wing liner.
except, hugo kept blinking. like a dumbass. “stop blinking, bruh.” you pouted. “my fault.” he apologized, now looking up at you with those beautiful lashes and those deep, boundless eyes, where you were perched upon his lap. it took every ounce of your strength to not press kisses to each of his eyelids.
you shook your head to dispell the thoughts, focusing on his eyeliner. “hope you’re not messing it up, mon chou.” hugo’s palms slid up to wrap around your waist just so. making your breath hitch in your throat.
“ ‘course not. why do you think i would?” you cleared your throat, beginning to draw the wing on his right eye. hugo’s eyes locked onto your face while you focused. taking in every detail and committing it to memory.
from the faint furrow of your brows, to the way you chewed on your lower lip, to the flush of your lips. hugo’s mouth went dry as his gaze fixed on your lips, he licked his own lips at the sight.
that didn’t miss your notice, your eyes drifted to look at him, “you look like you want to kiss me.” you stated, moving to draw the wing on his other eye.
“maybe i do.” hugo replied in a breath, not even hiding his desperation and the way his eyes were shamelessly devouring your face. “you can’t—” you were about to object but he just tangled his fingers in your hair to drag your head down and press his lips against yours.
he didn’t let you pull away so you had no choice but to melt into the kiss, his free hand came to cup your face, you could feel the cold of his fingers seep into your skin and it sent shivers racing down your spine.
when he pulled away, he was flushed and messy in the most gorgeous way. lashes fluttering as he caught his breath. but, his eyeliner was all smudged now.
“hugo! ugh—you messed it up!” you frowned, hugo just laughed softly and grabbed the makeup remover from your vanity, handing it to you. “do it again then.”
“fine, but don’t try anything funny this time.” you huffed, pouring out some of the remover on a cotton pad and gently wiping at hugo’s closed eyes.
“no promises.”
a/n: my first work fir hugo may the hugo likers pls accept this
2025-2026 — @gravelocked ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
hugo doesn’t get it. doesn’t get you. why do you work so hard, even though you clearly don’t have the aptitude for academics? why do you study so hard, even though book smarts are so obviously something you lack? why do you always demand to compare his test scores to yours, even when he’s clearly the more intelligent one?
he stares when you bury your nose in textbooks during study hall instead of talking to your friends. he stares when you bring a collection of stationaries, color-coding and organizing. he stares when the margins of your books and worksheets are littered with notes and questions. he stares when he sees the furrow of your brows on exam days. he stares when you look at your exam papers side by side with his, trying to see what exactly you answered wrong.
he hates it. why can’t you just follow what you were destined to do, something clearly not academic related, and stick with it? there are plenty of successful people without high school diplomas; why can’t you just accept your fate and try to become one of them?
“hey hugo, what’d you get this time?” you ask from the desk next to him. he holds up his test paper, a perfect 100 written at the top in bright red ink. “oh, good job. can i see your answers real quick?”
he hands it over to you without question; this is routine nowadays. he would score higher than you, you’d ask him for his answers, and you’d study what you got wrong for “next time.”
he rests his hand on his chin, long lashes fluttering as he blinks. “why?” he asks. you blink, looking up with a raised eyebrow. “why do you work so hard at something you’re clearly abysmal at? i don’t get it. if you just accept that your aptitude at academics is non-existent, it saves both time and energy, and you’ll get results faster at something else.”
you stiffen. hugo tilts his head; clearly, his words struck a nerve. “well, um, i’ve already put in this much work, and you can’t really be successful without good grades, and unlike someone, not everyone is born with incredible talent for what the world deems important–”
“your heated ramblings tell me that i’m right on the money.” he cuts you off. he raises two fingers, his pointer and his middle. “right now, you have two options. you can follow down this path of worthless academia and be met with disappointment, or you can let me help you find something you’re good at and we can carry on from there. i don’t want to see you fail. you’re far too hardworking for such a destiny.”
“you really piss me off.” you reply. “the first path, obviously. you’re a goddamn know-it-all.” you slide his test paper back to him. “i’m going to go to the library, because unlike a certain someone, i actually read books with information inside. i’ll see you later.”
he watches you turn on your heel and leave. he shouldn’t care this much, it doesn’t even matter. if you want to go down a road that’ll only lead to disappointment, then be his guest. that wasn’t his problem.
so then why did he feel so disappointed?
sure, it was always frustrating for someone with limitless aptitude for something to choose another destiny, but not so much that hugo felt that it was difficult to keep himself standing? you, without a shadow of a doubt, will never listen to what he’s telling you, so why does he insist?
with others, watching them follow their destiny is simply fascinating. but with you…you’re different. he wants you to succeed. you wants to see you glowing with happiness. he wants you to find something you can truly be the best at. he wants to help you.
he’s selfish, but goddamnit does he love you.
the smile on your face when you get a perfect score on a test. the giggles you release when talking about an inside joke with your friends. your look of victory when you get the same score on a test as hugo. your praises and admiration towards him. how you always look to him when you don’t understand something.
they’re always replaying in his mind.
fuck it–he strides out of the classroom, heading straight to the school library. inside, he finds you near the chemistry section, eyes scanning each book spine. he stands next to you, dark eyes fixated on you. “i personally believe that people have more than one destiny, but it’s important to follow out as many as they can.”
“mhm?” you answer, sliding out a book about molecular bonding. “and?”
“there’s another destiny for you.” he blinks. “one that’ll surely lead to good outcomes if you just stop being so stubborn.”
“and what do you think is my supposed destiny?” you ask sarcastically, flipping through the pages. “oh, lemme guess. should i go be a construction worker? marry a rich man and be a trophy for the rest of my life?”
“no,” he takes one of your hands from the book, sandwiching it into both of his palms.
just some relationship headcanons with hugo, he's been living rent free in my mind recently. hopefully none of these are insanely inaccurate to his character. (also, yes, title is a cas reference)
He has a strange fixation with your heartbeat, it's not particularly obvious at first, but after a while you can't help but notice how his fingers always linger on the pulse of your wrist. (When you get deeper into the relationship and the two of you become more comfortable with one another, you'll find that he likes to rest his head on your chest, properly listening to your heartbeat.)
"You're doing that thing again," you murmured, amusement laced into your tone.
"What thing?" he queried in response, tracing feathery circles on the pulse of your wrist.
"The thing you do with my wrist all the time."
He hummed briefly in thought, "It's because your heartbeat is soothing."
The two of you frequently go out on book dates. Local libraries, shops, it doesn't really matter, so long as Hugo's wearing a mask anyways. During these, there's a common trend of you guys getting into light hearted debates, sharing opinions and thoughts about books you wouldn't really do with anyone else.
On the topic of books, he enjoys annotating them a lot to keep his thoughts organised, so whenever you borrow one of his novels, you feel like you're having a little peek into his mind between the pages.
He's also a chronic info dumper, whenever the topic of something that he enjoyed reading comes up, he'll be talking about it to you for hours on end. Not to say you mind though, you find it very endearing whenever he does so. (Also when he uses onomatopoeia to emphasis certain points.)
He likes to maintain physical contact a lot. Keeping you close, holding your hand in public, wrapping his arm around your waist, standing right behind you before resting his head on your shoulder. It's never really sexual, just intimate, steady, warm. He also really likes showering with you, no proper explanation as to why.
Hugo practically never gets visibly flustered, and despite your best efforts, you've never managed to get more than a small 'oh' or slow, unsure blink. But, truthfully, he does get internally bashful every time you try something.
He'd never willingly say it to you, primarily because he doesn't think it's necessary, but he plans things out meticulously. Valentines, your birthday, Christmas, etc. He thinks about it fairly often when they roll around, and always spoils you with the best gifts, along with things you'd mentioned offhandedly only once or twice. Yeah, he really listens when you talk.
i'm so fucking funny right guys...! . hugo from blue lock
every time hugo picks up a book, you whisper something that really makes him question why he continues to hang out with you.
“i’ve been reading books of old…”
aaaaand that’s a book to your head, followed by a glare.
“how about you try reading a book? one might do you some good,” he reaches over to grab his book from the floor, mumbling to himself.
“but i already know the legends and the myths,” you shrug, lips unable to suppress your laugh.
his eyes meet yours, unamused.
“sooo, what’re you reading about?” you ask, a few moments of silence later. his eyes light up ever so slightly; is this… genuine?
his lips part just slightly before you speak again.
“maybe, like... achilles and his gold, or hercules and his gifts?” his eyes widen. “whaaat?? fine, fine.”
he closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure.
“okay, but seriously,” you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning over him slightly, until your shoulders are touching. “is it about…” your eyes meet his; he’s almost sure that you can hear his heart against his chest. “spiderman’s control, or batman with his fists?”
“genuinely shut up,” he rolls his eyes, tossing his book at you again.
“wait, wait!” you double over with laughter, barely able to get a solid grip on his wrist as he tries getting up.
“clearly—” you cut him off.
“you don’t see yourself upon that list? you want something… just like this?” your eyes soften, feigning empathy. your hand loosens around his wrist, as he sits back down.
“sure, something like that,” he exhales, reaching over again to grab his book.
“something just like this,” you curiously remark. you two fall into a comfortable silence, one that he delved into a little too quickly.
how? he hears you humming. ever so audibly loud enough, the next verse of that song.
“i’ve been readin’ books of old…”
his book hits you for a third time, followed by the sound of the door slamming and your laughter mocking him.
Hugo x reader; drabble slightly suggestive if you squint; not proofread
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THE rhythmic beating of your heart put him in a trance.
-… .- -… ..- — .—.
The beat exciting his own heart, though his face isn’t the best source of information due to his.. lacklustre expressions- he’s going crazy over you.
How did you end up like this? France’s up and coming player basically forcing you to saddle him, your legs draped and hung off the side of his thighs.
You’d escape if you could, but how could you? Hugo’s got a vice grip on the side of your hip while his free hand was busy gripping the top of your shirt. Not to mention his face resting on your chest, ear to heart listening oh so intently. Stupid soccer players and their builds..
AKA
You were trapped point blank.
“Hey- Hugo..?”
“Mhm?”
“I gotta go soon.. I have a rendezvous with-“
“Cancel it. You’re staying with me for the rest of the day.”
“Huh?”
“You like me, right?”
“Huh?! What kind of question is that? You-“
“Une seconde, mon chéri.” Hugo instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. A deep crimson dusted across from the tips of your ears to your cheeks.
“Ah.. d’accord..”
Your heart’s racing. Fast. The thumping quickening and becoming swift.
The corner’s of his mouth quirked up, a fleeting glimpse of amusement. You flinch as his grip on you tightened, though he kept you anchored down.
librarycrush!hugo seems to be oblivious to your desperate efforts to impress him.. is he, though? (ーー;)
cw: suggestive, fem!reader, very feminine!reader, kind of ditzy!reader, kind of inclined to say bimbo!reader too but idk, bratty?reader, agedup!hugo, college au, written with chubby reader in mind
one glance at him during your first class together and you were a goner. those lashes, nimble fingers you wished would hold your thighs open instead of that book he always carried, his athletic build.. everything about hugo brance was mouthwatering.
your usual roster was left blue-balled and brushed off in favor of your fascination with this masterpiece of a man. eyes automatically heartshaped at the thought or sight of him.
your crush on him was obvious. so, so obvious. well, given how much your friends made fun of you for it, you'd think it was. however, hugo has never spared even the tiniest glance your way. it frustrated you. you're so cute! and so pretty, rich, popular, hot as hell.. why couldn't he see that?
the only girls you ever saw him speak to were those nerdy, mousey girls. it made you frown each time. what did they have that you didn't? it just didn't make sense. it's after a month (or three) of observing him (just blatant staring), that you finally pieced it together. those girls read the same books he did! well, the color of the covers was similair. once.
new mission acquired!
when you told your friends you'd be ditching your weekly shopping spree to read in the library instead, they almost laughed you out of the building.
"not only have you been ignoring the onslaught of guys hitting on you on the regular for that rando, now you're passing up shopping?"
"did you get hit in the head?"
"tbh i didn't know you could read." hey!
pouting, already having withdrawals from maxing out your dad's credit card, you storm into the library. you're now doing it partially for hugo's attention, and partly out of spite towards your friends.
unsurprisingly, hugo is sitting in a corner, reading. because what else would he be doing. how did he stay in shape if all he did was read? maybe you should follow him around a bit more..
you go up to a random section, which happens 'classical literature' and grab the first thing that seems even remotely interesting. you make sure to sit within hugo's vision, were he to look up for once.
opening the book, you vaguely register the title 'romeo and juliet'. you're hardly doing any reading, as expected. your gaze drifts to hugo every millisecond to the point you you have to blink away the dizziness.
the page flips under your clammy fingers as you finally force yourself to try and take in the words on the page. your brows furrow, and little huffs of frustration slip out occassionally. your head starts hurting from the effort you're not used to putting in. you put down the book on your lap, glaring at it. your frustration making you oblivious to the person approaching you.
he stands in front of you now, looming over you. "..you look like you're trying to explode that thing with your mind," he speaks up, tone tinged with amusement, though it's hard to pick up through his usual monotone.
you shoot up from your seat, hastily smoothing over your little skirt. face hot at being called out, even more so since it's hugo who's doing it. you look up at him, bottom lip slightly jutted out. "can't help it... i don't usually read.. or stuff."
he crosses his arms, "i can tell. don't recall a single time i've seen you with a book."
you perk up, that means he noticed you! at least.. your lack of academic efforts.. which kinda sucks.
mirroring him, you cross your arms as well. you briefly notice his eyes glancing down before they immediately return to your face.
"just wanted to try something new. am i not allowed to?" you bite back.
the left corner of his lips rises slightly into a tiny smirk, "you're more than allowed to. but, wouldn't you say it's a bit strange you're only starting after having spent the past three months staring holes into my face?" he questions.
"i'm just saying... you don't particularly look like the type to read-" he glances down, noting the title of the book you've pretend-read this entire time, "'romeo and juliet'."
your face burns even hotter and unable to take the pressure of his gaze you look away to the side. "well, venturing into new fields or whatever they call it," you mumble, more and more embarassed at being caught so easily.
he chuckles at that. "be honest, why are you here? and no more lying." he leans in, tilting his head to the side.
you huff, "just 'cause."
hugo sighs and stands up straight again. "i see. so you'd still stay here if i left? since you're here.. 'just 'cause'."
you force a nod, biting your tongue.
"well, in that case.. have a good evening." he briefly smirks again, patting your head condescendingly. he walks past you and out of the library, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
how did you fumble that? he was right there! speaking to you willingly! you drop back into your seat, your face in your hands. talking to men and getting them into your bed has never once been hard for you, so why does hugo affect you this much?
just to prove a point, you hang around the library for another half hour before finally deciding to go home.
your phone pings with texts and pictures from your friends showing you their newest pieces they had fun getting while you were busy embarassing yourself. groaning, you shove your phone away into your bag and walk towards your car.
pulling away from the parking lot, you notice hugo standing at the nearby busstop. the previous one must've been canceled, you think to yourself. now, two options. first, pretend you didn't see him and drive past.. or offer him a ride home. your home and into your sheets, preferably.
before you can put any sort of thought into it, you find yourself stopping next to hugo. you reach over to open the passanger door. hugo, surprised, briefly makes eyecontact with you before getting in. he buckles his seatbelt, closing the door.
he speaks up first as you start driving again, "..thanks." giving you his address, he settles into the comfortable seat of a car you couldn't name the brand of. mclaren? ferrari? no idea.
"you're usually a lot more talkative than this," he speaks up after a few uncomfortable beats of silence. "did the reading fry your brain too much?"
you glare at him briefly before refocusing on the road. "no. i'm just not in a talkative mood."
"so.. you're in a bratty one instead?" he teases. "honestly, i always saw you as either this sunshine girl, or as a creep who just kept staring at me as if i didn't notice."
you groan at that, "don't say it like that! and it's not staring.. it's.. observation."
"right. so you don't squeeze your thighs together every time i flex my hands?" he raises a brow.
you purse your lips at that one. his condescending tone does wonders for the increasingly hard-to-ignore wetness between your legs.
"aren't you the creep for noticing that?" you retort, frowning.
"maybe," he shrugs, though the smugness in his tone is undeniable.
a silence falls over you again. hugo glances at you periodically, smirking to himself.
when you arrive in his street, he turns to you with a knowing look. "so.. if i invited you in.. would you think that's creepy, too?"
your hold on the steering wheel tightens, though you do turn off the engine. you ignore his truiphant smirk and get out of the car, as does he.
you've been in this kind of situation a million times, arriving at a dude's house to get your guts rearranged. but now, you find yourself fiddling with your hands, looking down like some timid virgin. hugo walks up to you and tilts your head up with a gentle touch of his fingers to your chin.
"don't worry, sweetheart. all that creeping on me you've done so far? i find it to be quite endearing." you guess he's trying to be soft and reassuring, but you find him cocky at best.
the hand on your chin then grabs your hand. he leads you into his apartment, constantly glancing over to gauge your comfort. he notes that you're still visibly tense, though he figures that'll melt away as soon as he truly gets his hands on you.
once inside, still holding his hand, you look up at him through your lashes. "..i like tea." you mumble.
hugo blinks a few times, a little shocked at the change in your demeanor. "..huh?"
"tea. i'd like some. with honey, if you have it." you repeat.
he nods, a little stupefied still. he leaves you alone in the livingroom to prepare your tea. you sit down on his couch, looking around the space. it's neat, still a regular guy's apartment, but definitely more clean than what you're used to from the men you sleep with.
you're also unsure as to why you suddenly shied away from what would've definitely ended with you in his bed by now. you're still just as horny as you were in the car, but his quietly confident ways of carrying himself have reduced your mind into something quieter, something calmer.
he comes back with a mug of steaming water and a box with a bunch of teabags. he places them on the coffeetable and sits down. the distance is.. questionable. it's closer than approperiate, but not close enough to touch you without having to actively reach over.
you pick your tea, stirring it gently. the silence now is charged, but in a different way than what it was in the car. hugo is entirely uncertain as to what you'll do or say next. so he just looks at you, awaiting your next move.
"sorry," you finally say "you probably thought i'd jump your bones immediately.. so did i, honestly." you chuckle humorlessly.
"you must be disappointed." you then continue.
hugo takes a moment to think, then shakes his head, "disappointed isn't the word i'd use. i'm definitely surprised, though. your behavior definitely indicated that you wanted to sleep with me."
"i do," you clarify. "i do want to sleep with you."
you sigh, leaning back on the couch. the movement makes your already short skirt ride up even more. hugo glances down before refocusing on your face, just like he did at the library earlier.
"i dunno. i just spent all that time observing you, or staring, as you put it.. it would just feel like a waste to let it end with a singular night together." you mumble, looking up at the ceiling. you then turn your head to look at him. "you noticed me too, no? why didn't you talk to me earlier? my interest was clear, no?"
he chuckles, "oh, it's clear alright. i just thought it was cute. i've been aware of you since we enrolled. i remember last year you had no issue speaking to men, so i just wanted to see how long you'd last before approaching me. though, what you did instead was a whole lot more endearing."
you look away again, face burning up. "yeah, yeah.. boo me for trying to appeal to your interests."
"no, no, it's adorable. you've never tried that hard for a guy before, have you?"
"well, no. maybe that's why i don't want a singular night to be all that effort amounted to." you rub your eyes. unsure how to proceed, you look back over to him only to find him still looking at you.
he scoots closer, putting his arm semi-around you but also kind of on the backrest of the couch. "you sound surprisingly smart for someone who's go-to way of talking to men is acting stupid and naive." he teased.
"have mercy, please." you roll your eyes, naturally sinking into him. "they're into all that. and i'm not saying i'm not all that.. but seeing that you liked reading and pretty much the only girls i saw you talk to were those nerdy ones.."
"well, i think you're very cute for all that. going out of your way for me to notice you.." he lays his cheek on the top of your head.
"i think you worked hard enough to deserve a nice date. and now that you're here.. we could order something." he offers, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder.
"that sounds nice." you nod, looking up at him. you then bat your eyelashes innocently,
"...can i still suck you off, though?"
a/n: hugo is so hot, i love me an endless yapper. may be ooc cuz all he's done in the manga so far is yap a bunch about destiny.
You both went on a random date that week , a ramen restaurant somewhere in Shibuya , you ate like really small chicken pieces which you're genuinely allergic to , oblivious, you didn't notice.
Just started coughing a little more until you asked the chef what the ingredients are, good thing you had a medicine for it, Sae was genuinely suffocating in guilt completely forgetting to ask the waitress if there's any chicken involved.
кαιѕєя
A small break, you asked for coffee or something to drink, he spotted a small café close to both of you, giving the order and waiting for a few minutes for it to be ready, and this time notifying the barista.
He didn't realize that he unconsciously swapped the two cups, handing one to you, luckily, you tasted the faint milk taste before grabbing your napkin and coughing the remaining stuff , before you knew it you had skin rashes, and he just laughed at the red spots before feeling guilty.
ℓσкι
Insisted that you try his favorite food while being in his home country (Guimauve Chocolat) commenting that it's so good and you should have some, he didn't forget or remember your allergy, just in the middle, the thing is, it had eggs, you tried it out of curiosity.
It was pretty delicious indeed, until you felt going to the bathroom, and eventually throwing up, it had Loki MAD worried, thinking to himself that he should have researched or asked someone if it has eggs.
ѕнι∂συ
Just a random snack he found inside a store that seemed something you both would like, m&m's except he was too blind to see the 'with nuts' label, just genuinely shoving every version, would it be dark chocolate, white ect.
He opened one one m&m packet while you were cooking something up, feeding you one piece also completely forgetting you had allergies and had swollen throat that night and he had to call an emergency number.
нυgσ
Somewhere in France, a chef recommended a dish, it was a fancy date that specific afternoon, in which the dish was called bouillabaisse, you wasn't aware that any spices was included.
Well, you were wrong, but the allergic reaction doesn't seem to be always extreme, just the usual sneezing symptom , Hugo reminded himself to be more aware after that.
яιη
This was the worst date you ever remember, Rin didn't know you had allergies, and you completely forgot to tell one staff that you had a soy sauce allergy..
Ended really bad and you had to lock yourself up in one bathroom stall knowing you'd get digestive problems.
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Suggested an ice cream date, he randomly picked two ice creams, but also checking closely that It's not vanilla flavored, he just assumed one of the ice cream he grabbed was chocolate because it was 'chocolate coated'
ended medium bad , your throat became swollen and he panicked because of it , you got treatment in the end and he apologized, promising more to check properly.
Author: I'm giggling I hope Rin lovers doesn't cancel me out for this🥹🤧
Me non non's: claiming this fic as yours, chugging it to ai, ect. kaitris3
