Papillon (part one).
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warnings: misunderstandings, smut, mature themes (18+)
A/n: When I said this was a cliche I meant it lol. Part two for this will probably come before part two of the wilo fic because I’m in a sappy mood rn and that wilo fic is a lot more complex. Get ready for some angst (I can’t do straight fluff, I might have a problem lol).
Part two->
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Their gazes clash across the lawn through a sea of bodies. The eye contact holds a certain weight that only they are aware of: familiarity but in a way that’s private. Jordyn is quick to avert her gaze; she knows better than to greet him in public—especially on campus. He hasn’t done anything malicious; it’s just that they exist in different worlds. Hugo not only attracts attention, he basks in it. Everything about his tall, lithe frame, pretty brown eyes, plump pink lips and smooth caramel skin makes him attractive. Not only that, his personality is loud; he’s funny, he’s daring, he’s charming. His fashion is uniquely him and Hugo could make a potato sack look like high end designer clothes. He’s everything Jordyn isn’t. Jordyn walks with her head down, she doesn’t speak unless spoken to, she’s only 5”6. And though she has been told by her mother and close friends that she’s beautiful, with her even shade of cocoa brown skin and wide chocolate coloured eyes, she never stood out. Not unless she’d accidentally trip over her own feet, or ask the weird questions in class everyone else is too afraid to ask or their normal brains wouldn’t even think of. She’s neurodivergent, odd and prefers to blend into the background. It’s modern times, so though society isn’t as rigid as it was in the early 2000s romcoms she loves to indulge in, there are still some silent rules— visible cliques. Jordyn doesn’t fit into Hugo’s group and vice versa. What 99% of people on campus don’t know though, is that Jordyn and Hugo are basically neighbours since his family moved from France to the States almost five years ago. Hugo’s mom showed up at their door with freshly baked pastries and introduced herself as well as her son the summer before Jordyn’s sophomore year in high school. They lived two houses down and their moms grew super close. So Jordyn wouldn’t exactly call what they have a close knit friendship, just forced proximity with an extra sociable guy. Growing up, their dynamic mostly consisted of him teasing her too much, whether it was about her hyper fixation on butterflies, odd habits or just her lack of social skills; she’d get upset but he would immediately apologize while throwing a meaningful gift. In fact, most of her butterfly themed decorations in her room are from him. They didn’t attend the same high school and Jordyn thinks that was what made them closer in their teens. Things shifted when they both got accepted to the same university. Jordyn had a mountain of options, especially Ivy Leagues to choose from, but ultimately decided on the one closest to home. Not only would it be infinitely cheaper for her mother, but Jordyn also hates change. A big move away from home would’ve made her spiral. As soon as they stepped foot on campus, there was a sudden unspoken rule between them. Especially as Hugo’s popularity grew. They don’t see each other often on campus; Jordyn mostly stays close to the sciences building and Hugo sticks to his artsy side of campus. But during the first month, they crossed paths briefly. She had smiled and offered a tiny wave at him while he was with his group of friends. Hugo had shifted his gaze and pretended not to notice her. It hurt. It hurt so much that Jordyn had to make a quick detour to the bathroom to cry. That was a year ago, and it hasn’t been the same since. Hugo doesn’t come over anymore and their greetings are half hearted when they cross paths with their parents. Her mom used to inquire about their friendship often, until she finally understood that they’re simply just growing apart.
“Get out of your head.”
Jordyn startles at Miranda’s voice. With a smirk, Miranda adjusts her glasses before looping their arms together. It’s routine. The brown-eyed brunette, who’s also majoring in biochemistry, stuck to her like glue ever since she discovered they share mutual love (obsession) for butterflies.
“Oh, I was about to ask if you wanted to go to the butterfly sanctuary this weekend but I see you’re busy daydreaming about him.”
With wide eyes, Jordyn follows Miranda’s gaze and her heart stutters. Her best friend is staring in Hugo’s direction.
“W- what?!”
Miranda chuckles; “Denzel.”
Jordyn’s sigh of relief is subtle and her heart skips a beat for an entirely different reason. Denzel. One of the few guys that make up Hugo’s entourage. The dark skinned man is about the same height as Hugo, with low wavy hair and a smile that could make anybody melt. She isn’t sure of his major, but knows he plays for the school’s football team. Jordyn has been crushing hard for months.
“I think you should talk to him.” Miranda says with a shrug.
Jordyn stares at her friend as if she suddenly sprouted wings.
“Are you crazy? Let’s get to class.” Jordyn tugs her friend along before she has the chance to speak again.
*********
The hallway is practically empty by the time Jordyn stumbles out of the lab. Her eyes are half mast, heavy with exhaustion.
“Hey! Are the doors to the gym open?!”
The figure screaming at her from a few feet away turns her brain into absolute mush. Denzel’s pretty brown eyes stares at her expectantly. Later, when she’s screaming in her pillow, she’ll use her extreme exhaustion as the reason why she stands gawking like a fish in the middle of the hallway. Her eyes drift over Denzel’s broad shoulders to see Hugo staring at her with furrowed brows. A few seconds later, understanding dawns on his face then he shakes his head slightly.
“I don’t think so. It’s late, no?” Hugo’s deep voice cuts through the awkward silence.
“Uh, yeah, you’re right. Sorry for bothering you, it’s just that it was just behind you so I thought… nevermind!” Denzel says with an annoyed scrunch between his brows.
Jordyn’s face burns hot with humiliation. She wills her mouth to open, for her brain to form coherent words. But she can only continue gape like an idiot. It feels like hours until she finally regains control of her limbs again, and when she does, she bolts home with her eyes brimming with tears.
Hugo comes over to her house for the first time in months that evening. Jordyn moves to slam the front door shut in his face. Predicting her next move, Hugo shoots an arm to stop it.
“I’ll never understand how you’re that strong while being so skinny.” She mutters with an annoyed frown.
“Let me in, Jordyn.” He says solemnly.
Jordyn swallows at the intensity of his stare, eyes darting to his chest when it becomes too much.
“Why?”
“Because… I saw that today and what the fuck?”
Five years in America has improved his English, but even now, his accent sits heavily on every word. It always makes something in her belly flutter and she never understood why.
“So that’s it? You’re here to humiliate me further?” She mutters bitterly, a frown twisting her plump mouth.
“Non. I’ve been trying to apologize and you ignore me-”
“For good reason-”
“I know! I know… just… I can help.” Hugo quickly interrupts.
Jordyn goes quiet as she tries to make sense of his words.
“What do you mean?”
“Denzel, I can help you talk to him. I know him, I know what he like-”
“Likes.” She interrupts on instinct, always used to gently correcting him to help him improve.
“Yes. Likes. You get to talk to your crush, and I’ll help as an apology for being an asshole.”
Jordyn plays with the hem of her shirt shyly. He seems sincere enough.
“And you’re… you’re serious? This isn’t you pulling another a-hole move?” She bites at her lower lip, staring up at him unsurly from behind the square frames on her face.
“I’m serious. I miss you..r company, Jordyn.” Hugo clears his throat loudly.
Jordyn ignores the warmth that floods her chest as she steps aside to allow him inside.
“Is um, is Aunt Barbara around?”
“No. She’s working night shifts for the month.”
Hugo nods at her reply, surveying the living room for anything he might’ve missed in the past couple of months.
“Okay, so where do we start?”
*************
“Hugo, I can’t wear that.”
Still stretching the outfit in her direction, he cocks a brow; “Why not?”
“We’re not all fashionistas like you! Speaking of which, you should’ve gone to fashion school. Why didn’t you?”
“I like art just as much, don’t change the subject and you’re being ridiculous. Like you said, I know fashion and I know this would look good on you.” He thrusts the clothes into her hands, signaling to the dressing room with his head.
Jordyn knew agreeing to his proposal last night was a bad idea. She should’ve backed out the moment he told her to meet him at the mall after classes.
“But the skirt is so… short.”
“And Denzel likes that. He likes… bold. In clothes and personality. But we work on personality later, yes? Go try them on.”
With a huff, Jordyn enters the dressing room without further complaint. Once inside, she gets dressed pretty quickly, that’s the easy part. Facing him with the clothes on though? That’s another thing entirely. Jordyn tugs at the top uneasily, the material on her skin feels heavy. She eyes herself in the mirror, resisting the urge to cover her legs with her hands. The denim skirt barely covers the swell of her ass and the long sleeved top shows a sliver of her lower belly. Hesitantly, Jordyn exits the dressing room with her hands hugging her midsection.
“Ta- da?”
Hugo looks up from his phone. Something passes over his face but it’s gone before she can decipher what it means.
“Well?” She asks, fidgeting under his gaze.
“How do you feel?”
“Huh?”
“How do you feel? You have to feel good in your clothes, Jordyn. Plus I know you sometimes don’t like…” he trails off trying to find the right words.
Her heart swells;
“Well, the material of the top is kinda… too much. It’s almost itchy.” She softly admits. And not for the first time in her life, Jordyn feels embarrassed by her sensitivities.
“Sorry I’m such a los-”
“No.” Hugo stands, striding over to her to feel at the material with a contemplative expression on his face.
“Okay, take it off. But you’re keeping the skirt.”
Hugo gets her almost an entire new wardrobe and pretzels just because he knows how much she loves them.
“Where did you get the money to pay for all this out of pocket?” She asks warily while he helps her take the bags to her room.
“Work.” He says in a matter of fact tone.
“You have a job? Doing what?”
“Modeling.” He makes himself comfortable on her bed.
“Wait, seriously?!”
“Yup, started a few months ago. Now, let’s work on your confidence, yes? Let’s do a fashion show.”
Jordyn rubs at the length of her arms nervously.
“But I-”
“Listen, you have to make the new look convincing. It’s just me and you, don’t be shy. I’ve seen in your awkward phase of pretending to be goth.”
Despite her nerves, Jordyn laughs, covering her face in embarrassment.
“Oh my God! You promised to never bring that up again!”
Hugo smirks; “Yea well, it’s our secret. Along with the entire student population at your high school.” He snorts.
“Now let your braids down and put on a show for me.”
Some of the tension trickle from her frame. Jordyn grabs a handful of clothes from her bed and shuffles into her bathroom. Minutes later, she emerges in a pair of low rise jeans and a cropped top that hugs her ample chest.
Hugo whistles cartoonishly with a grin. “Strut for me, Jordyn.”
Jordyn giggles, swinging her hips tentatively, feet unsure.
“I didn’t say walk like you have a dildo up your ass, Jordyn.”
She doubles over with a scandalized cackle.
“Hugo!”
“What? You are walking like an awkward giraffe. Strut, Jordyn.”
He suddenly rises to his feet to swing his hips dramatically as he moves across her room.
Jordyn laughs so much that tears spring to her eyes.
“Just like that? Okay!”
Jordyn rolls her shoulders back, and straightens her spine, then she moves across the room with an extra sway to her hips.
“Yes!” Hugo yells in encouragement.
Her cheeks hurt by the time she models all her new outfits for him in the privacy of her room. She can’t remember the last time she laughed so hard that she had to physically try to catch her breath.
“How do you feel?” Hugo asks with a smile still lingering on his lips while sitting a few inches away from her on her plush mattress.
Jordyn smiles shyly at her fingers;
“Good. I haven’t laughed like that since… since we last hung out a year ago.”
His eyes swim with a hint of sadness after she speaks.
“I… I’m sorry, Jordyn. You wouldn’t underst-”
“It’s okay.” She whispers softly. Because he’s here now.
Hugo clears his throat at an unnecessary volume;
“Well, back to project Denzel. There’s a party next weekend; now that you aren’t gonna be dressed like homeless person, they will let you in.”
Hugo laughs lightly as she rains playful slaps against his arm.
“I just like to be comfortable!”
“Okay, okay. But come to the party. We all be there. It’s the perfect place for a hook up.” Hugo wiggles his brows at her.
“We’ll.” She says softly instead.
Hugo stares at her in a way she can only describe as tender. Accidentally, her eyes drop to his lips. The temperature in the room suddenly rises, her breaths leave her lips in short little bursts. Hugo leaps from her bed like it burns.
“I should…” he jerks a thumb over his shoulder.
“Oh, um… of course. See you around?”
“Um, yeah. Later, Jordyn.”
Hugo is familiar enough with her house to let himself. Jordyn flops on her bed with an agonized groan the moment her front door is slammed shut.
*************
Jordyn debuts her new wardrobe the following day. Miranda is physically stunned at her stomach on display and the tight fit of her jeans.
“What?”
Her friend’s scrutiny makes her feel even more self conscious. Jordyn can physically feel people’s eyes on her. It feels weird being noticed.
“You don’t like it?”
“I mean… you look smoking hot but do you like it?” Miranda cocks a brow at her obvious fidgeting.
Jordyn hesitates for a second too long;
“I’m getting used to it.” She reaches to loop her arm through Miranda’s.
“Oh.” Miranda whispers in surprise.
“What?”
“Don’t look but Denzel is staring.” Miranda says urgently as they amble across campus.
Jordyn’s eyes go comically wide; “Say swear.”
“Swear.”
Hastily, she chances a glance in the direction her friend is looking. True to Miranda’s word, Denzel is staring. When they make brief eye contact, recognition passes over his gaze then he offers a subtle smile. Shyly, Jordyn returns it. Her eyes flit to Hugo standing to Denzel’s right who has an unreadable expression on his face. She glances away quickly.
“Oh my God, he smiled at me. Did you see?” She feels ridiculous for being so giddy but she can’t help it. Finally being noticed by him after months feels surreal.
“Uh huh.”
“Hey, um, what do you think about going to a party next weekend?”
Miranda twists her neck at a pace that seems almost humanly impossible.
“A what?”
Jordyn pretends to adjust her glasses so she doesn’t have to make eye contact with Miranda.
“A party. Nothing too loud-”
“Nope. It could only be 10 people in attendance. You know parties have never been my thing and last I checked, they weren’t yours either.” Miranda eyes her skeptically.
“Are you a skin walker impersonating my friend? What’s her favourite colour? What’s her-”
“Miranda please… I just want to try something different. This is our second year in uni and we haven’t actually experienced anything. We just go to classes and go home.”
Her friend sighs; “Look, I’m happy that you want to try new things and you’re putting yourself out there. But parties aren’t for me and that won’t change, I’m sorry.” Miranda says with an air of finality.
“It’s okay, I understand.”
“Good. And I hope you’re not doing this for all the wrong reasons, Jordyn.”
Jordyn can only swallow around the lump in her throat as they filter into the lecture hall.
**********
Hugo shoots her a text with the address of the party half an hour after she’s done getting ready. It’s just a little past 10:30 pm, and Jordyn realizes she doesn’t know the appropriate time to arrive at a party.
Jordyn[10:36 pm]: Is 11:00 pm an appropriate time to arrive at a party?
Miranda[10:37 pm]: Isn’t that a little late, actually?
With that, she gathers her purse and does one last perusal of herself in the mirror. The mini denim skirt seemed suited for the occasion; she pairs it with a cropped button down. Jordyn decided to listen to Hugo and wear her box braids down the length of her back instead of the tight low bun she usually wraps it in. Her makeup is light but noticeable. She looks good, but she feels like a poser. With a shake of her head, she orders a cab ignoring the queasy feeling in her stomach.
***********
Nobody prepared her for how awkward it would be going to her first party alone. The bass alone is overstimulating. Jordyn tries not to get teary eyed as she’s pushed around in the swarm of sweaty bodies. The house is packed tighter than a can of sardines. The mixture of scents creates an obnoxious concoction that’s too much for her sensitive brain to handle. Someone stumbles into her back causing her to fall forward into someone else’s. He stumbles, liquor swishing over the rim of his cup.
“I’m so sorry!” Jordyn tries to yell over the deafening music.
The man turns to face her, his annoyed scowl immediately transforming into a pleasant smile. Her heart freezes. Denzel.
“Hey you.”
Jordyn smiles shyly, and thankfully, she’s able to form words;
“Hi.”
“I see you’re able to speak.” His smile is now teasing.
Her face burns hot.
“Sorry about that, I had the longest day and I just…” she shrugs.
“Whew, and I thought you just hated me in particular.” Denzel jokes.
Jordyn giggles; “No! I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I understand. By the way…” he steps aside and his friends come into view. Jordyn tries not to react to Hugo.
“These are my friends: Hugo, Brandon and Jackson and I’m Denzel.”
Jordyn returns their waves. Well, all except Hugo who hurries to look away with a clench to his jaw. Denzel doesn’t give her enough time to ruminate over it.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Jordyn.”
“Can I get you something to drink, Jordyn?”
She nods dumbly in reply.
Denzel carefully takes her hand in his and leads her into the less crowded kitchen. There he pours a mixture of vodka and cranberry juice into a cup before handing it to her. Jordyn accepts it gratefully, choosing to keep the fact that she has never had alcohol to herself.
“Want to go somewhere quiet so we can get to know each other a bit?”
Her heart gallops in her chest almost painfully, but she nods anyway. Denzel leads her through the door in the kitchen and into what appears to be the backyard. She counts just about a handful of people scattered about, who already look to be trying to sober up.
“So, hey again.”
Jordyn giggles airily; “Hi again, Denzel.”
His eyes do a scan of her from head to toe, stare lingering a little longer on her chest area. Jordyn clears her throat loudly.
“So, what are you majoring in?”
“Biochemistry, you?”
He raises his brows, clearly impressed;
“Kinesiology.”
Jordyn nods; “Cool, cool.”
Their conversation goes on for what feels like hours. Denzel manages to pull a few laughs from her here and there, all the while the cup sweats in her hand. Untouched.
“You don’t drink?” He gestures towards the red cup in her hand.
“Um… just not in the mood for it, really.”
Denzel nods.
“I just can’t believe I hadn’t seen you around until recently. Where have you been hiding, Jordyn?”
It’s obviously meant as a joke but she finds it hard to share in his amusement. Because she has noticed him; she noticed him her very first month on campus. Him saying that not only makes her feel pathetic, but it makes her realize exactly what’s going on. Denzel only cares enough to have a conversation with her because he can now see what her baggy clothes were once concealing. He doesn’t care about her as a person at all. Lost in her thoughts, Jordyn doesn’t realize what his intentions are until a big, firm hand grips at her jaw and forces her face upward. With a squeak, Jordyn leaps backwards just before his lips find hers. Denzel opens his eyes, staring in confusion.
“What?” He frowns.
“You’re acting like you’ve never kissed someone before.”
“I… I just… I’m sorry!” Jordyn bolts back inside the house, shoving through the sea of bodies with tears blurring her vision. She finds Hugo in the same place she left him with his friends, except he’s with a beautiful caramel skinned woman instead of the other two. Tentatively, she tugs at the hem of his shirt from behind. Hugo lifts his head from the crook of the girl’s neck to stare down at her in confusion. His expression shifts the second he notices her tears.
“What did he do? I’ll ki-”
“No! Could you just… I want to go home and I don’t want to take a taxi by myself so lat-”
“Come.” One of his hands finds her waist while he leans down to whisper something in the girl’s ear. She pouts but nods just as Hugo whisks her away. Jordyn follows his lead, clinging to him as he maneuvers people out the way using a lot more force than necessary. He’s parked along the curb a few feet away from the front yard. Hugo opens the door to the passenger side for her, helping her into the vehicle before he walks to the opposite side to take his place behind the wheel. The ride back to her house is silent. Jordyn is still sorting through her feelings and Hugo doesn’t pry. He follows her inside the house without an invitation and sits patiently while she removes her makeup and changes into lounge clothes.
“Did Denzel hurt you?” He inquires in a somber tone.
“No. He just… he tried to kiss me.” Jordyn whispers.
“Oh… I thought that’s what you want?”
“Wanted, and yes? But it’s just…”
“Just?” Hugo cocks a brow, waiting for her to continue.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.” She curls in on herself after her pathetic confession.
If he’s surprised, he’s good at keeping a poker face.
“You know I slipped in the bathtub the other day?”
Jordyn laughs softly; “did you now?”
“Yup. Right on my flat ass.”
Her laugh is more unrestrained; he smirks in satisfaction.
“Remember when you stole those chocolate croissants your mom baked and took them here without telling me they were stolen?”
Hugo chuckles; “I got in so much trouble. That’s what I get for trying to impr-” he cuts himself with a cough, rubbing along the length of his neck bashfully.
Jordyn shifts in place;
“Um, thank you for taking me home, Hugo. Sorry if I ruined your night.” She mumbles with a pathetic hunch to her shoulders.
“Don’t worry about it. I’d do anything for you, Jordyn.”
She blinks at him in surprise as something flutters in her lower belly. That familiar tension returns. The same one that had him bolting from her room days ago.
“Hugo?” She calls tentatively.
“Hm?” His eyes stray to her lips long enough for her to notice.
“You said Denzel likes bold girls right?”
His brows furrow but he nods.
“And you said you’d teach me to become bolder.”
Hugo nods again.
“So if you taught me how to perhaps kiss… that would be better for me, right?”
Time seems to stand still. Her pulse flutters wildly in her throat; as the seconds tick by, Jordyn starts to feel the embarrassment building.
“I… I’m sorry, that’s stup-”
Hugo cups her face in his hands gently, then presses their mouths together before she can properly make sense of what’s happening. Jordyn whimpers at the feel of his lips: plump, warm and moisturized. She pushes into him eagerly causing her glasses to bump against his face. Hugo pulls away, movements jerky and urgent as he removes the frames from her face. He dives right back in before she can complain about her blurry vision. Her entire body quakes when he gently nibbles on her lower lip, she gasps in response. Hugo slithers his tongue in her mouth the second she does. She grips at him in surprise, moaning as her lower belly clenches. He’s meticulous with every lick, with every soft suck of her tongue in his mouth. Tears prick at her eyes at how good it feels, at how intense the pulsing between her legs grows.
“Huu-” her moan of his name is muffled by his lips.
With a throaty groan, Hugo grasps her around the waist and tugs her into his lap. Slowly, he eases her into rocking back and forth on his lap. Jordyn grips at his shoulders at the stimulation it provides, exactly where she’s throbbing and needs it. She rips her mouth away to pant desperately against his face, grinding down harder against him.
“Hugo, feels… feels-”
“I know, mon papillon.”
She doesn’t know what it means, but the baritone of his voice is such an erotic addendum to his native tongue. Jordyn buries her face in the crook of his neck as she chases the wonderful tingly feeling that she knows is an orgasm. Hugo hardens beneath her on every downward grind of her hips.
“Hugo, ‘s so big?”
His moan rattles his chest beneath her own.
“Want to… wish I was inside, Jordyn. Bet you feel so good.” Hugo presses harder against her. He’s so hard he fears he might spill in his jeans.
“You gotta- need you to come for me, Jordyn.”
Her moan stutters, eyes squeezed shut; her body locks tight until she visibly trembles and then she comes crashing down. Jordyn muffles her scream in the crook of his neck as she undulates wildly in his lap. Her pussy spasms around nothing, tears spring to her eyes and all she hears is whistling in her ears.
“Hugo! Huhnn…”
“Fuck, Jordyn.” His grip on her waist will bruise later, but he locks in her place preventing her from grinding against him further. Any more stimulation and he’d come in his jeans like an amateur. But this is what she does to him, and the worst part is she doesn’t even know it.
Jordyn sags against him after minutes of sobbing and jerking. She pants against his skin, sweat sticking her shirt to her back. She enjoys the dopamine rush, the scent of his skin. She enjoys being in his arms because… she likes it. Jordyn tries not to panic as the realization dawns on her.
“Jordyn?”
“Huh?” She doesn’t move; she can’t face him.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. So good.”
Hugo clears his throat loudly; “Good. That was uh… good practice, yes?”
Her heart sinks to her stomach. Suddenly, the high is gone, replaced by something that feels empty- numb.
“Oh… of course, yes. Good practice.”
None of them move. And Jordyn is grateful, because if he did, he’d notice the tears on her face flowing in a steady stream.
