cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, smut; vaginal sex, oral sex, masturbation, pretty much vanilla.
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In public Lycaon is impeccable, polite gentleman, and… not much changes in private. Even things get heated, he doesn’t lose his composure entirely. But despite that fact, he enjoys being in control but never without your comfort and consent.
Would lie if he said that he doesn’t enjoy the size difference between the two of you. Standing at 198 cm, he loves leaning and towering over you to make you feel small and flustered. He enjoys watching your reaction when you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze.
Not only the mother nature has rewarded him with his height, but also with his penis size. His cocks is 15 cm (~5.9 in) in length and 11 cm (~ 4,3 in) in girth (circumference) in the erect state. There are a few veins on the underside with a pinkish tip. He makes sure to properly prepare you before penetration in order not to hurt you.
Since he’s that type of thrirens who’s covered in fur, you can expect hair down there as well. Though, he trims the fur there to shorten it for your comfort.
The first time you’re able to take him fully is the best you both have ever shared together — it’s like you’ve become even closer in some other level. He holds his pace slow not harm you. You take deep breathes as you catch Lycaon’s shoulders as an anchor, and he can’t stop looking down you — you look breathtaking.
Is good at eating you out. You smell nice, and he can’t stop his tongue from moving around your core and clit. Your soft whines and grabbing at his fur only entices him to guide toward the edge as he carefully holds your hips. He’s extremely attentive, and reads every your movement, expression and sounds. He can tell when you’re about to climax, and speeds up ministrations over your clit to make you come.
If you want to give him head, he doesn’t mind yet doesn’t expect you to do so. He’s super flustered during the whole process. His size doesn’t allow you to take him fully in your mouth. He’s a bit more vocal like this, letting low groans that bubble in his throat. He uses all his restraint not to grab your hair accidentally or thrust in your mouth involuntarily in order not to hurt you (he’s strong and big, after all) when he’s closer to his climax.
Loves the missionary position, since it allows him to see your face and your reactions clearly both from pleasure, and watch you closely if he accidentally hurts you. Doggystyle is… a classic for wolf thirens, he doesn’t mind it, he can bury his face into the crook of your neck and inhale your scent as he holds your closer from behind while guiding his cock in and out of you. Lycaon also likes posses which allow you to be at top — this way you yourself can guide the pace that’s comfortable for you, plus seeing you pleasing yourself on his cock is another advantage of it.
His libido was moderate but he had it under control. But when you appear in his life, it has increased. Sometimes, during his breaks, Lycaon has to calm himself down with his own hands. After locking the door of his room, he sits down comfortable, unbuckles his trousers and lets his cock. He sighs deeply, thinking ‘How did I get here?’ and grabs his cock. He pumps it slowly at first. He closes his eye, imagine it’s you own hand doing it. His ears flicks as he imagines you whispering something teasing or even dirty into one of his ears. The speed increases as your hand into his imagination speeds up as well. Your sweet voice, your movement, your expressions brings him to the edge. After hitting the climax, Lycaon feels a bit embarrassed from the fact it’s how he spends his breaks, and it’s you who haunts him and his imagination.
His wolf tail is extremely expressive: it flicks when he’s agitated, flustered or in a good mood. He tries to hide it, but you learn to read it like a secret language. His tail brushes over your skin affectionately. And you sometimes brush it, which makes Lycaon both flustered and excited, especially if you dare to brush your fingers closer to the tail’s basis, over his skin.
Is wolf thiren, and it makes his senses sharper such as hearing and smelling. He can smell … your menstrual cycle, especially when you’re ovulating. He gets weirdly excited over it. He may dare become a bit handsy with you, like brushing his hands and tails over your skin where it can make you shiver. If he smells you being on your period, he’s extra attentive (well, he normally IS as well) to you and tries his best to help you survive these unpleasant days of your cycle by preparing you painkillers, your favourite drinks and snacks.
Also enjoys the scent of you on his clothes. You may notice that he leaves some of his shirts for you to notice and wear them.
Is a hopeless tease without even realising it (maybe it’s echos from the times when he was a phantom thief) by saying the most dangerously suggestive things in his formal tone. “Allow me to take care of you tonight, you’ve had quite a day.”
His teeth are sharp, and he knows how to use them on you (and you love it). He’s careful at first, nipping at sensitive spots like your collarbone or shoulder. But when passion takes over, he leaves faint marks, and you have to cover them. Lycaon won’t be able to stop apologizing about the fact he harmed you. You’ll have to convince him that you’re okay, and you don’t mind being bitten by him.
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, smut; unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (cunnilingus, blow job), vaginal fingering, hand job, threesome (MFM), mutual masturbation, come eating, dirty talk (kinda), body worshipping, nipple play, kissing, biting.
Note: First time writing threesome, have some mercy on me...
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Everyone has skeletons in their closet, literally or figuratively. Hugo is no exception. However, what he hides is far from some poor soul’s skeleton.
His past scars have left impact on him. And they have return in a personification of his inner demon. Hugo met him before, and thought that he defeated him.
The creature has appeared seemingly from nowhere. The last time Hugo met it in his own consciousness, but now it has a physical body and can interact with things.
Hugo’s noticed that the creature only appears in the same space as Hugo. It’s not aggressive nor show any signs of violence. It only leaves some snarky comments on Hugo’s actions to simply annoy him.
Surely, Hugo can’t hide the creature from you for a long time. It seems to be overly excited to meet you.
Your jaw is on the floor when you see Hugo… and Hugo? The other man looks exactly like him, but has a purple-ish aura around himself and bright red pupils with a black sclera. For a second, you think is an Ionized Doppelganger has sneaked out from a Hollow. But before your Hugo can explain the situation, the other man steps forward into direction.
“Ah… So it’s that muse who has made us to lose our heads?” The man circles you, looking you up and down, then he stands right in front of you and takes you hand into his, and places a kiss on the back of your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in the flesh.” He places another kiss, and moves forward into you, now standing a little too close to you with a cocky smirk on his lips.
You open your mouth, and then close it. You have no clue how to react, and your gaze runs between Hugo and the man who looks like Hugo.
Hugo himself looks displeased, sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“It’s — how do I put it — my inner demon, and—“
“I’m him, and he’s me. I’m the stuff he’s afraid to say out loud. I’m an honest person,” the other Hugo continues to hold your hand and stand close to you.
“He hides behind manners, but I know what he wants to do when you look at him like that,” he almost purrs.
Hugo’s had enough and pulls the demon away from you, which makes the latter laugh.
“Stop saying nonsense, and don’t you even dare to harm her,” Hugo says angrily to his demon.
“Why would I? She’s also my sweetheart, aren’t you, darling?” The demon winks at you.
While you don’t even know what to say.
The man who’s introduced as Hugo’s inner demon is indeed a part of him. You learn from Hugo that he met his inner demon before after using a drug. Though, that time he defeated the demon and accepted him as part of himself, but now he has no idea why he exists.
Hugo’s inner demon has a big liking of you. Which is understandable, you’re Hugo’s significant other, and since the demon and Hugo complement each other, the demon loves you.
You’re growing to like the demon as well; he’s still part of Hugo, and you love every part of Hugo, even those he dislikes in himself.
You compare the demon to a cat — he appears from time to time when he wants attention and disappears without a trace.
“Are you struggling with chopping it?”
You hear the demon’s voice when you’re at the kitchen cooking the food. Before you can react, you feel his presence right behind you — or more precisely, he presses himself to your back.
“Let me help you,” he purrs into your ear, which makes you shiver, as he cover your hands with his his own. He guides your dominant hand that holds the knife and helps you chopping the ingredient as he presses his front to your back. You shiver at the contact and his breathing into your ear.
“It’s not that difficult, see?” He purrs into your ear once again.
“Haha, yes…” Your voice almost cracks. And he notices it, and smirks at your reaction.
The demon deliberately inserts himself into your life, and creates situations with you to increase the tension between the two of you.
He presses himself closer to you when he helps you to pick up things from higher shelves, places his finger under your chin to raise your head for you to look at him as he studies your face, fixes your clothes for you.
Hugo, surely, has noticed the increased attention his inner demon is giving you. He feels irritation on one hand, but on the other hand, his inner demon is him — his “dark side” — so getting angry over basically himself is kind of odd…
“What are you thinking about?” You interrupt Hugo’s train of thoughts. He blinks, looks up and sees you entering his study. He smiles at your presence.
“Ah, the usual, job and such…” He says, and you come to him closer, stepping behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. The man sighs in content from the closeness.
When you about to open your mouth, the other voice breaks into.
“Lying to our sweetheart is bad, don’t you think so?”
The demon appears from the shadows and steps into the room.
“You’re thinking why I’m here. And you know exactly why. You’re afraid to be honest with yourself, aren’t you? But at least, be honest with her,” the demon points at you.
You pull away from Hugo and look at him in concern.
“Hugo, what does he mean?” You cautiously ask him.
Hugo sighs, and looks guilty. He stands up and gazes at you.
“I’m sorry, darling. There are things I’m afraid to tell you about my past…”
“Did you kill someone?” You ask really worried.
“I— No, it’s no like that. Just… I thought I got over the things about myself and accepted my past. But it’s turned out, I didn't. And when it comes to you... I'm afraid you will look differently at me.”
Your gaze runs between Hugo and his demon.
There’s a short silence. And then you speak.
“I understand now,” you start. “Your demon is your past that’s hunting you, isn’t he? He’s here because you’re afraid I will leave after you I discover your past, aren’t you?”
“Ah, she’s so smart. And sweet♡,” the demon coos at you, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You should cherish her better.”
You take Hugo’s hand and guide him toward his demon. When they stand next to each other, you take the demon’s hand in your other hand. You look between them — the same face, but a different aura.
“You’re both Hugo. I love all of you,” you say gently, smiling. “You can stop fighting yourself. I know you’re good man. No matter you did in the past, it still haunts you —it means you’re guilty of it. But you both deserve peace. To be free from the demons of your past.”
Something in the air shifts. The demon’s features soften, and he smiles faintly.
Hugo’s hand tightens around yours, his thumb traces circles on your skin. “You really are something extraordinary,” he whispers.
“She’s got a fine taste in men.”
Hugo sighs again, but the corners of his mouth twitch upward. “You’re insufferable.”
“Admit it,” the demon says in mock-innocence. “You’re just jealous she’s smiling at me.”
You laugh, but your cheeks warm. “You two sound like brothers fighting for attention.”
“Hardly,” Hugo replies dryly.
“Perhaps,” the demon muses, “but we both agree on one thing.”
Hugo’s gaze flicks to him, wary. “And what’s that?”
The demon grins, eyes gleaming red. “We love her.”
For a moment, neither of them say anything just look at each other. Then back at you.
Suddenly, both of them pull you by your hands into their direction.
You find yourself being pressed between Hugo and his demon. Hugo is in front of you, he cups your face into his hands, and the demon wraps his arms around your waist from behind.
You look up at Hugo, lost for words while he traces circles with his thumbs on your cheeks, looking down at you lovingly.
Then he leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. You gasp in surprise, yet don’t oppose the kiss. The demon starts peppering your neck and nape with kisses as well from behind. You feel you cheeks getting warmer from so much attention.
The demon presses himself closer to your back, and you feel him grind his groin onto your butt, while Hugo lets go your cheeks and guides his hands down to your chest. He cups your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. You gasp, and Hugo uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue.
You shiver at the sensation — the demon grinding into your butt as he kisses your nape, Hugo’s tongue in your mouth brushing yours and his hands cupping your breasts with his thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric.
Hugo breaks the kiss, letting you breathe. You gasp for the air as you look up at the man with hot cheeks.
“Aren’t you adorable?” You hear the demon’s teasing voice behind you. “I deserve some of your attention too, don’t I?”
The demon unwraps one of his arms, and puts his hand under you chin and tilts your head behind, so that you can look up at him. You catch a mischievous glint in his eyes, and he leans down and presses his lips onto yours. He sucks your lower lip into his mouth with his fangs nipping at your lip.
At the meantime, Hugo places his knee between your legs, leans in and kisses the exposed curve of your neck. His guides his hands down to your hips, then up to your shoulders; on their way, his hands are stroking your sides.
Your head is spinning.
The demon breaks the kiss. He looks down at your flustered expression, and chuckles.
“We should move to somewhere more comfortable for our darling,” the demon says, clearly addressing Hugo.
Before pulling away, Hugo gives your neck a soft bite.
“Agree. Beloved is already light-headed, and we haven’t done anything yet,” he teases.
You’re about to huff, but only a gasp of surprise leaves your mouth as two pair of strong arms sweep you off your feet, literally. Both men are standing on the either side of you, holding you by the legs with their hands under your knees, the other hands steady your back, and lifting you as if you weight nothing at all. You feel your cheeks instantly become hotter.. You laugh lightly and rest your arms loosely around their shoulders for balance. They grin up at you mischievously.
They carry you over to the sofa that’s located right here in Hugo’s study. It’s literally a few steps to do from the spot you three were standing a second ago. But Hugo and his demon wouldn’t be themselves if they didn’t something extra for you.
They set you down on the sofa, taking either side of you with Hugo on your right and his demon on the left.
Both men start attacking your neck with kisses and soft bites, as their hands exploring you. Receiving attention from Hugo can be overwhelming (in a good sense), but from both Hugo and his demon? It feels more wondrous.
Hugo’s nimble fingers are slowly unbuttoning your shirt, and his demon’s — your trousers.
You’re becoming more light-headed as you breathe out.
“Is this okay, darling?” Hugo’s voice intervenes.
He’s such a good man. Always puts you first.
“Yeah…” You breathe out. “I want to feel your hands all over my body...”
Both men’s ears twitch (literally) at your words.
“Granted…” Both of them whisper into your ears.
Hugo nips at your ear, the demon bites your neck as both of their pair of hands start more enthusiastically remove your clothes. Hugo frees you from your shirt, putting it neatly aside, while the demons tugs your shoes and trousers away, tossing them somewhere aside.
Hugo peppers your collarbone with soft kisses and bites as his hands find their way to your back to unclasp your bra, while the demon kneels before you and kisses his way down from your tummy to your thighs.
Hugo removes your bra, his hands cup your breasts and his thumbs circle your nipples as his lips find yours once again. The demon’s fingers caress your inner thighs. Then he runs his tongue in one side of your inner thigh. He bites your inner thigh, and your jerk your leg in surprise, which makes the demon chuckle. After leaving a love bite, his tongue finds its way higher, toward your underwear. Slowly, he licks your core up and down, down and up through the soaked fabric of your underwear. Involuntarily, you buck your hips and you whine into the kiss you and Hugo are sharing while his fingers continue to caress your breasts.
A pleasant shiver goes down your spine; you feel your head almost spinning.
You hear a chuckle from below.
“You will let me taste you, right, sweetheart?” The demon almost purrs.
Hugo breaks the kiss to let your breathe and speak.
“Please…” You beg.
The demon smirks, and his fingers hook your underwear, sliding them down your legs, and tosses them somewhere behind his back.
“Can you stop throwing her clothes?” Hugo sighs at his demon actions.
The demon only shrugs. “Her clothes look way better on the floor anyway.”
And Hugo only shakes his head. He can’t argue with what he actually secretly thinks.
Meanwhile the demon puts his arms around your thighs and guides them on his shoulders, which gives him a better view of *you.*
The heat is rising up to your cheeks again as you look down at him.
“Relax, darling, I’ve got you,” and with these words, the demon leans in and takes a long lick between your folds. Your breath hitches, and you shiver as you grasp the sofa.
The demon unwraps one of his arms, and puts his fingers on your folds, parting them, and then gives you there another lick. You whine in return and buckle your hips — it encourages the demon to continue his ministrations. He wraps his lips on your clit and starts sucking it softly, while his index finger is teasing your entrance. You cry out and throw you head back.
“Hugo—” You almost sob. And the demon finally inserts his finger into your core and curls it, and you buckle your hips in return.
While the demon is busy with you, Hugo himself unbuckle his trousers.
“Darling…” His hot breath tickles your ear. “Lend me your helping hand,” he takes your hand into his and guides it toward his erection covered by underwear.
With a dizzy head and shakily, your hand brushes over his underwear. Hugo buckles his hips into your hand, encouraging you to continue. The demon has slowed down his ministration on you, partly for teasing you, and partly to peek at the show.
Your hand frees Hugo’s erected penis from his underwear, at which he hisses. You wrap your fingers around the erection, and give it a few strokes, before squeezing it a bit tighter. Hugo groans under his breath, and places his hand on you cheek, and guides you head toward his, and then he captures your lips into another kiss.
You start to stroke Hugo’s cock faster as his tongue swirl around yours, while the demon inserts another finger into you core and curls them as his tongue flickers over your clit.
Hugo’s catches your whines with his mouth as he groans softly into the kiss in return. He puts his fingers on your erected nipple and softly pinches it. You arch your back, but the demon holds your hips in place. He gives your clit a stronger suck, and you bury your unoccupied hand into his hair, while the other one is stroking Hugo’s cock up and down faster.
The demon can tell your orgasm is approaching as your your walls start to tighten around his fingers and you muffled cries becomes louder.
You squeeze Hugo’s cock more, and you feel him coming on your hand as he jerks his hips and breaks the kiss breathless.
Hugo’s orgasm has only made you more excited. Your own orgasm erupts soon after. You cry out as your whole body shakes.
“Hu—” Your groan shows the demon that he’s doing his work well. He gives a last lick to your clit, and pulls away, putting his finger out of your core. He chuckles at your dazed face. He puts his fingers into his mouth and clears them. Meanwhile, Hugo releases your nipple, stands up to take a napkin from a cabinet. He cleans your hand from his semen. You’re still catching your breath, and releases the demon’s hair.
“You gave me a full course meal, sweetheart,” the demon purrs as he returns to his place on your left side on the sofa. Hugo does the same, but on your right side.
You’re seated between Hugo and his demon. Hugo guides his hand to between you legs. Now, it’s his turn to tease your folds with his fingers. You buckle your hips at the sensation and desire for more. He doesn’t make you wait and inserts one of his fingers into you. In surprise, you whine and buckle your hips again. His breathy chuckle teases your ear as he softly nips at your ear.
“Now, will you lend *me* your helping hand?” The demon whispers into your ear teasingly.
The demon takes your hand toward his crotch, and guides it up and down on his prominent erection.
“You made me so hard, darling,” he whispers again and unbuckles his trousers to free his penis. Your fingers curl around his cock, slightly squeezing it.
“Yes, just like that, sweetheart,” his hot breath teases your ear.
The demon’s hand reaches toward between your legs, then places his fingers on your clit, and starts circling over it.
You’re sandwiched between Hugo and his demon. The wet sounds of your juices from Hugo’s finger only excite the men more.
You close your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows, your face is hot.
You try to focus on stroking the demon’s cock, but Hugo inserts another finger, and curls them, as the demon continues to massage your clit. You throw your head back, biting your lower lip. It makes you hard to focus on anything when you receive so much pleasure and about to hit your second orgasm.
The demon’s unoccupied hand covers yours.
“Ah, so dizzy, and can’t think straight, aren’t you?” The demon breathes into your ear. “Let me guide you.”
The demon helps your stroking his cock while his other hand is busy on your clit. Hugo continues curling his fingers inside of you and placing bites on your neck.
The sensation from both men’s fingers is too much, and your second orgasm is finally hits you. Your hips buckles involuntarily. Your face is hot, and you breath heavily. But the men don’t stop their movements, continuing to overstimulate you, as the demon guides your hand on his cock.
You squeeze his cock harder, as both of your hands run it up and down. His hips move to the movements of your hand, as he groans under his breath. You increase the speed, and squeeze his cock tighter.
He halts his movements on your clit when his orgasm catches him. He groans loudly, but he muffle the sounds by biting on your neck, which makes you moan, again, in surprise.
Hugo’s pull his fingers out of your core, and the demon — from your hand. Now, it’s the demon’s semen on your hand.
He pulls away from your neck and looks down at your dazed expression.
“Clear it. With your mouth, will you?” The demon almost commands. Though, his voice is quite gentle.
You release his cock, and bring hand toward your mouth. You lick his come out from your fingers. Hugo sighs.
“Don’t make such a face. You enjoy it no less,” the demon replies at Hugo’s wordless comment.
“Perhaps, but I won’t use the situation in my own benefit,” Hugo says back.
“At least, I’m the honest one here,” the demons smirks. “You don’t mind it, right, darling?” The demon places his finger under your chin and raises your head toward his direction. He looks at you with these magnetic eyes of his.
“No-no…” You stammer, being a bit overwhelmed under his gaze and strong aura.
“See? As long as she doesn’t mind…” The purrs. “You want to continue, right, darling?”
“Yes, please…” You breathe out.
“Good,” the demon releases your chin. “I have an idea that can satisfy us three at the same time. You’re up to it, aren’t you?” The demon asks Hugo. “I know you are.”
“I am,” Hugo places his hand on you cheek, and makes you turn your head toward him. “I like having you like this…” He murmurs to you.
“...completely under our mercy,” the demon leans in toward your ear, and whispers teasingly. It causes you to shiver and him to chuckle.
The demon leans away, and places his hands on your shoulders, and starts softly tracing pattern on your shoulders, then down your back, and toward your butt.
“I’ll take her from behind, and you take her mouth,” the demon says.
It makes Hugo and you to pause. Though, the idea seems to be weirdly exciting.
“You’re okay with that, darling?” Hugo asks you.
“Yeah. Let’s do it,” you reply back.
The demon stands up, and helps you to stand you on your forth on the sofa — it’s quite spacious, so there’s enough space for the three of your, even in such a position.
The demon positions himself behind of you, while your face meets Hugo’s cock, already erected.
The demon puts his hand between your legs, and teases your folds to accumulate some of your juices. You jerk your hips from the sudden contact, and the other demon’s hand grab your hips.
“Sweetheart♡, I haven’t even done anything yet,” the demon coos at you.
You breathe out as he pulls away his hand to replace it with his cock. His tip teases your folds with up and down movements as he grabs your hips. But you need to focus on your own “task.” Hugo’s cock right before you, as he’s sitting before you. You reach out one of your hands, and grab his cock. You make a few strokes for the cock to harden more again.
Not missing a second, the demon pushes his dick inside, slowly. You shudder from the feeling. Your hand is still on Hugo’s shaft, and you push your hand lower. You lean in, and make a long lick from the basis of his cock to its tip. Hugo’s breath hitches at the contact with you tongue. And then you wrap your lips around the tip. While the demon has fully pushed his cock inside — you can tell, it’s the same size as Hugo’s — you breathe out through your nose.
The demon pushes his hips back, and then forth again. You buckle your own hips in return for more friction, almost mewing, but your voice is muffed by Hugo’s cock as you try to take him more in your mouth. The vibration of your voice sends shivers down Hugo’s spine, and he places his hand on your head lightly.
The demon moves his hips again. He picks up a lazy pace, pulling his cock in and out of your core for you to get used to him.
You bob your head, swirling your tongue on Hugo’s tip. The man growls under his breath.
“You’re so good at this,” Hugo’s breathes out, and it makes your cheeks to go hotter, and encourages you to continue.
The demon looks at Hugo’s dazed face as he continue to roll his hips into you.
“Is that what makes you lose your head easily?” The demon teases Hugo.
“As if you— don’t enjoy yourself,” Hugo growls.
The demon is indeed enjoying himself. Way too much. Your walls perfectly squeeze him. And he has a good view on your back.
The demon leans forward.
“C’mon, take him more. You like the feeling of our cocks inside of you, don’t you?” The demon purrs into your ear. Your face burns more as you bob your head. The demons chuckles, leans back and picks up his pace a bit.
The squelching of the demon’s cock in your juices, your mouth on Hugo’s cock only makes you wetter.
You move you head faster, your hand stroke the area of the shaft which you can’t take in your mouth. Hugo jerks his hips upward to meet with your mouth.
The demon picks up the pace again. The wet sound of the skin to skin fills the room. One of his hands releases your hips, and moves toward between your legs. His fingers find your clit, and start circling it. You buckle your hips to meet his; you groan, but they’re are muffled by Hugo’s dick.
Hugo bites his lower lip, his ears twitch as he feels his orgasm approaching. He closes his eyes, his breath hitches, as he buries his hand into your hair, carefully not to hurt you. Your tongue moves around his dick impossibly too well, and your muffled cries that create vibration send him to the edge.
Your hand squeezes his shaft tighter, and Hugo finally comes. His nails scratch your head as he holds your head in a place. You take big breathes through your nose, feeling his semen on your tongue.
“C’mon. Swallow it. I know you want it. So does he. So do I,” the demon intervenes himself into the moment between you and Hugo. The latter doesn’t say anything — he’s too dazed post-orgasm by your mouth, his face is flushed, as he’s catching his breath.
You swallow the come as the demon said to you a second ago. Hugo releases your hair, and you pulls away from his cock with the salty taste on your tongue.
You don’t have even a second to breathe — the demon picks the speed of his fingertips on your clit.
You can cry out louder, being not muffled by anything. Your walls are squeezing the demon’s dick tighter. You feel your own release incoming.
A few more friction of the demon’s cock inside of you, and his work on your clit causes you finally reach your orgasm. You moan louder, grabbing Hugo’s clothes to steady yourself while the man softly pats you head.
The demon continues to push his cock inside of you through your orgasm to chase his own. It doesn’t make him wait too long — you squeeze him perfectly — and he comes inside of you, grumbling your name under his breath.
For a moment, everything stops. The room falls silent. Only the sound of the three of your trying to catch your breathes.
The demon releases your hips, and pulls his cock out of you, leaving you feel empty, only with his come leaking out of your core.
You collapse down on the sofa, using Hugo’s thigh as you pillow, and his hand gently strokes your head and back. The demon sits down on the floor in front of the sofa.
“You look so well done, darling♡,” the demon says, breathless.
“Even in a situation like this, you have energy for teasing?” You ask him, breathless as well.
“As if you don’t know me well,” Hugo says. You close your eyes, and only hum in return.
“Maybe, after this, you will be more honest with her…”
You hear Hugo and his demon speaking, but you’re too exhaust to pay any attention to their conversation, feeling yourself falling into a sleep.
The morning sun rays make you stir from your slumber. You slowly open your eyes. You find yourself in Hugo’s bed. On the other half of the bed, there’s him, surprisingly — he’s usually an early riser due to his work.
As if feeling your gaze on him, Hugo slowly opens his eyes and turns his head toward you. You eyes meet. A small smile tugs at his lips.
“Good morning,” he murmurs to you.
“G’morning,” you reply.
“How did you sleep.”
“Like a dead.”
He chuckles at your playful reply. The turns his body toward your direction, now lying on his side facing you.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t fully honest with you,” suddenly his voice has become more serious, and you look at him questioningly.
“I didn’t tell you everything about my past. I was just afraid that you would look at me differently,” he says guilty.
You smile softly.
“Your demon appears because of your guilt, yes?” You turn to lie on your side, facing him, and cup his cheek. “I know you’re a good man. No matter you what you faced in your past I won’t think less of you. So don’t be afraid to tell me the truth.”
And Hugo does. Though, it’s a completely different story here.
His inner demon has disappeared, though you sometimes have a feeling as if someone watches from the shadows with no intention to harm you.
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, kissing (a lot), biting, smut; vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (cunnilingus), vaginal fingering.
You and Hugo used to date when you were teenagers. After he failed to kill his father, Hugo left you, thinking you’d be better without him. Years later, you meet again and share this intimate moment.
The idea is by @star-lotus
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Hugo stands near the window; his back is half-turned to you as he leans on the wall. The moonlight catches on his golden hair, making it almost illuminate.
For a moment, it hurts too much to look at him.
“You’re staring,” he says softly without any accusation. Just an observation — the way he always does: he notices everything, even when he pretends not to.
“I waited years to earn the right,” you say back, trying to stead your voice despite the storm of emotions forming inside your chest.
Your words make him turn.
His mismatched eyes — red and grayish-blue, sharp yet endlessly gently for you — find yours. No matter how much time has passed, some part of him is still searching for you in every room.
“I never wanted you to see me again like this,” he murmurs softly. “Not after everything.”
You step closer, slowly. Giving him time to pull away.
But he doesn’t.
“After everything,” you reply, “you don’t get to decide what I can face.”
Hugo’s jaw tightens. Guilt can be noticed on his face.
“I failed you.”
“You didn’t fail,” you say; there’s an ache in your chest as you carefully move closer. “You made a choice.”
“One that left you broken.”
“That wasn’t your intent.”
“But it was the result,” he clenches his hands at his sides, as if resisting the urge to reach for you.
Instead, it’s you. You reach for his hand. He flinches, just slightly, before letting your fingers intertwine together.
“I thought you’d heal better without the ghost haunting you.”
“And did you?” You ask.
Silence.
But this silence is loud enough.
“You’re not the only one with scars,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb over his skin. “Mine are just easier to see.”
Hugo’s breath hitches. Carefully, he tightens his hold over your hand.
“I don’t deserve this…” He says faintly.
You press your forehead against his shoulder. “Then stop trying to deserve. Just… be here. With me…”
The man exhales quietly. He raises his free hand and places it on your back, urging you to cling to him closer.
And you do.
The embrace is quiet. No rush. Just two people together again after years of being separated. His cheek rests against your hair.
“I hated you,” you admit. “For a long time.”
“I deserved it.”
“And I hated myself,” you continue in a quiet voice, “for still loving you.”
“I never stopped,” he murmurs into your hair. “Not once.”
“Then stay. Tonight. Don’t disappear on me again.”
His gaze softens.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Hugo kisses you like he’s making a promise. He places his lips on your forehead, then on your temple, then on your cheek. When your lips finally meet, the kiss is slow, unhurried — not reckless like during your youth, but somewhat deeper.
You cup his cheeks, your thumbs are brushing his skin, tracing familiar features as if confirming he is real.
The two of you find yourselves on Hugo’s bed in his room. The bed is big enough to accommodate multiple people. But all these years, Hugo was the only one who used this bed. Now, he has someone to share it with.
Hugo gently pushes you down as his lips find yours again. He traps you beneath himself as he places both of his hands on the either side of your head. The kiss deepens as you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers are sliding into his hair to pull him closer in the need of feeling him more.
A sound slips from his throat before he can stop it. But you catch it with the kiss.
“Hugo,” you breathe out as he breaks the kiss.
He rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard. “Tell me to stop,” he says hoarsely. “And I will.”
You answer by kissing him again — firmer this time. Your fingers loosen his hair from its tie, making it cascading down his shoulders.
Hugo breaks the kiss. He looks down at you lovingly. He raises his right gloved hand, he bites the tip of his middle finger, gripping it between his fangs and pulls the glove completely off, and then tosses it away. While you witness the scene mesmerized.
The man puts his right — now gloveless — hand on your chin and leans down for another kiss. As he kisses you, he guides his fingertips over your skin, from your chin down your neck, and the collarbone, unbuttoning your shirt. While doing so, Hugo’s tongue teases your lower lips. You slowly open your mouth, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. His tongue touches yours, and both of you involuntarily release a soft sound into the kiss.
Hugo pulls away from the kiss, leaving you catching for air, and starts peppering your skin with kisses. He trails his lips from your chin down to your neck. His fangs graze your skin.
You run your fingers through his hair as he softly bites down on the junction where your neck and shoulder meet. The action makes your squeak a little, and it makes him smile into the bite.
While he attacks your neck with kisses and bites, his fingers are unbuttoning your shirt further.
The man bites your collarbone, and you involuntarily release another soft sound. He sucks your skin, and it will definitely leave a mark there.
You can’t just let him get away with this!
You grab his tie and pull him up for him to look at you. He looks down at your questioningly.
Not giving him a chance to say anything, you wrap your legs around his waist. Quickly, with all your power and might, you flip him over, making him lying beneath you.
A confused and speechless Hugo Vlad with his hair down is what you now have underneath yourself, as you put your hands on the either side of his head, straddling his hips.
The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smirk.
“Well, what a—”
Not giving him a chance to say anything smart, you cover his lips with yours. He gasps into the kiss and places his hands on your hips. While kissing him, you guide your hands to his ears. Your fingertips are teasing his pointy ears, making his shiver.
You break the kiss, and move your lips to one his ears. You softly bite down on it.
A breathy groan forms in his throat.
And Hugo laughs breathless.
“Remember my weak spots, huh?”
You smile.
“I’ve never forgotten them.”
You continue softly biting on his ear as he tightens his grip on your hips, making you grind into him.
After finishing attacking his ear, you lips move down to his neck. You leave soft bites here as well — like he did with you moments ago — making him hum.
Your fingers untie his tie and start to unbutton his shirt. You lips move down his chest. Hugo breathes out. Your teeth graze the skin on his chest. They’re nothing like his fangs, so your need more force to leave marks on him, but nevertheless you enjoy tasting his skin.
You trail your fingertip down his chest to his stomach as you continue peppering his chest and collarbone with kisses and bites.
Hugo squeezes your hips together with hands, grinding them down, as he buckles his own hips into yours. The sensation makes your shiver. You feel his erection grows bigger underneath you, and you feel you become more excited as well.
The man releases your hips raises his hands to tug on your shirt, urging you to take it off.
You quickly remove your shirt, now staying in your bra/top.
The scars from the past can be seen on your skin, but Hugo is enjoying the sight and places his hands on your waist, gently teasing your sides with his fingers.
You lean down and captures his lips in a kiss once again. You grind your hips into his, and he trails his fingers up on your skin, and slips them under your top. He tickles the skin there which makes you shiver and gasp and him smile into the kiss.
You break the kiss, and Hugo doesn’t lose this opportunity and pulls your top off and tosses it somewhere.
You’re left topless sitting on his lap as he looks up at you, smirking.
He raises his hands and cups your breasts, his thumbs circle your nipples, making them harden, as you breathe out.
Now, it’s Hugo’s turn to turn the tables — he suddenly flips you over, having you lying on your back underneath himself. You gasp in surprise from the sudden action. Not losing a second, Hugo covers your lips with his, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You groan into the kiss.
While his lips are busy with yours, the man frees himself from his jacket, shirt and tie — now, you’re both equally topless.
Hugo ends the kiss, and starts kissing you down skin. His lips finds your nipple and he wraps them around it, giving it a soft bite, while his fingers play with the other one, carefully pinching it. You shakily breathe out.
“You're as beautiful as on that day I remember…” He says after letting go of your nipple.
Your skin is covered is scars from the past once you shared together.
“I regret for it to have happened…” He says in sorrowfully as his fingers slowly trace the scars.
You smile bashfully at him and cup his cheek.
“It’s all the past…”
He reciprocated you smile and then leans down, and starts kissing his way down to stomach. You look down at him and your eyes meet. He places his hands on your trousers, silently asking for your permission. You give him a nod, and he unbuckles your trousers.
You slightly lift your hips and it gives Hugo the opportunity to slip your trousers completely off.
Hugo leans back down to your hips. He lifts your left leg a bit and starts placing kisses on your inner thigh. Your breath hitches and the sensation and sight.
The man bites down on your skin suddenly, and it makes you jump a little from surprise. And Hugo laughs quietly under his breath.
He starts kissing his way higher toward your crotch where your arousal can be seen already.
Suddenly, Hugo sticks out his tongue and licks your clothed core from bottom to top. You squeak from surprise and buckle your hips in return. The man smirks at your reaction and your hot cheeks.
“My darling…. Will you give your me the pleasure of enjoying the fine meal tonight?” He asks you somewhat solemnly.
At first, you don’t know how to react — should you laugh or get flustered more?
“Ah, yes… Go ahead?”
Hugo smiles at your consent. He places down your legs and hooks your underwear with his fingers. You lift your hips, allowing Hugo to free you from your underwear.
You’re now completely bare under him. But still, you feel perfectly safe in his presence.
The man shifts backwards a bit away from the bed, his knees fall on the floor. As he kneel before you, he wraps his arms around your legs, guiding them on his shoulders.
Finally, he leans down to your core.
He makes a lick over your folds, and you breathe out softly.
Then he puts his point and middle finger over your folds and parts them. After that, he makes another lick from bottom to top over your core. You breathe out shakily again.
Hugo makes more licks over your core, and then stops on your clit. He then wraps his lips around it, giving it a suck.
You buckle your hips into his mouth as you groan under your breath.
Hugo continues sucking on your clit, and you place your hands on his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. He hums in response, and the vibrations only add more stimulation.
The man guides his hand to your core. The tip of his point finger teases the entrance. And then he carefully inserts his finger which causes you buckle your hips in response.
As he increases his ministrations on your clit with his lips, he starts pumping your finger in and out. You grip on his hair as you groan louder now.
You feel his gaze on you and look down. You see Hugo’s intense gaze of his heterochromatic eyes that observe every of your reaction. Under his watchful gaze in such a situation, you feel even more flustered.
Hugo inserts another finger and pumps them in and out, curling them inside. You throw you head back in pleasure, feeling a knot forming in your stomach.
Watching you, the man double the force of his lips as they suck on your clit and his fingers.
The orgasm covers your like a tide. You grip Hugo’s hair, your toes curl as louder noises leave your mouth.
Hugo releases your clit and lifts his head while his fingers continue riding you through your orgasm.
You whine, biting your lower lip and squeezing your eyes shut.
Finally, Hugo withdrawals his hand out of you, and you let go of your hair.
You lie on the bed, feeling somewhat limp, trying to catch your breath. And Hugo brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off your juices.
“I hope you’re not tired already, darling?” He says playfully as he runs his hand over your side while his other hand fixes his hair.
You open your eyes and look up at him. He looks even more handsome with his hair down and messy.
“Not in a chance!” You reply finally after steadying your breath.
Suddenly, you grab Hugo’s hand and pull him toward you. He obliges and now towers over you with his hands on the either side of your head.
You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling them into yours. You feel his hard erection, and he groans as he buckles his clothed hips into yours, desiring for more stimulation.
You use this opportunity and flip Hugo over with all your strength, making him lying underneath yourself.
At this, he only laughs out loud.
“You’re not giving up, aren’t you?”
You smirk mischievously and unbuckle his trousers. You tug down his trousers and underwear, finally freeing his hard cock. Hugo hisses at the sensation as you wrap your hand around his cock.
You squeeze it tightly and pump it up and down.
“Darling… Don’t tease. Let me feel you,” he groans, pleading — such a rare sight.
Not wanting to torment him, and feeling you’ve got aroused again, you let go of his cock, straddle his lap and position your hips over his.
You look down, his cock is leaking and inviting you. Hugo grabs your hips, urging you to lower your hips.
You move your hips down as you grab his member, positioning it right under your core. Your clit touches his tip which causes the both of you to hiss.
Finally, you sink down on his cock. Hugo feels your walls wrapping around him and it makes him groan under his breath.
You place your hands on his chest and lift your hips, and then sink them back down. You repeat the ministration, biting your lower lip and trying to adjust the position comfortably. Hugo guides your hips, helping you to get comfortable pace.
You lean down and place your lips over Hugo’s. He hums into the kiss as you continue slowly moving your hips.
You put your hands on his head, and then run your fingers through his long hair.
Hugo releases your hips and places his hands on your back, drawing patterns there lovingly.
You continue to move your hips as your continue kissing your running your hands over each other’s bodies, enjoying this very intimate moment together after the years spend apart.
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You rest your head against Hugo’s chest, over his heart as one of his arms is wrapped around your form.
“It’s still racing,” you murmur, tracing patterns on his skin.
“You always did it to me,” he hums.
You smile.
For a while, neither of you say anything, enjoying the silent afterglow of the moment.
“…I thought about you,” Hugo says at last.
You tilt head slightly. “Just now?”
“No,” he admits. “Every night. Sometimes it made me angry. Sometimes it hurt too much. Sometimes I just wondered if you were okay.”
Your fingers stop.
“I was,” she say softly. “But it wasn’t the same.”
His hand tightens a little. “I know.”
You shift so she can look at him. In the low light, his gaze is gentle, vulnerable.
“You don’t have to carry it alone anymore. What happened, I mean,” you say.
“I’m afraid,” he confesses quietly. “That one day you’ll wake up and remember everything I failed to do.”
“And I’m afraid you’ll wake up and think you don’t deserve this,” you reply as you cup his cheek.
You lean at him and touch his forehead with yours.
“Stay,” you murmur. Almost like a plea.
“I will,” he says immediately. “Even on the days when I get I’m wrong.”
“We’ll figure everything out,” you say smiling.
Hugo presses a kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple, lingering there as if memorising the moment.
“Sleep,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
You close your eyes, placing your head on his chest, listening to his heart.
The night becomes quiet, neither of you feel the urge to run away.
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, smut; unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, roleplaying, neck kissing and biting.
“Well, well… What do we have here?”
You spin around to the source of the voice that almost has startled you.
Hugo Vlad— No. Mockingbird steps out of the dark, dressed in his fine attire with with a phantom thief mask that hides the upper part of his face and a fedora on his head. His long blond hair gleam under the moonlight and the heterochromatic eyes twinkle with a mischief.
The man twirls a coin between his fingers like some kind of a magician, stepping closer to you, slowly. His eyes are scanning you up and down.
“I believe I have found the only treasure worth stealing in this house,” he murmurs, circling you and admiring you as if you are a jewel.
Before you can respond, Mockingbird stands before you. One of his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him, making your chests meet.
“Such a rare treasure… and so beautiful, so exquisite,” he whispers as the fingertips of his other hand are tracing down your cheek. “I could keep you forever and never tire of admiring you.”
He leans in and his lips hover near your ear. You can help a gasp that leaves past your lips.
“A true thief takes only what he can’t resist. And I… can’t resist you.”
You decide to be a bit forward. You grab his tie and pull his face closer to yours; your noses are touching. You look him in the eyes.
“Being stolen by the famous Mockingbird… Aren’t I lucky tonight?” You whisper playfully into his lips.
Mockingbird’s lips form a broad smirk as his ears twitch in excitement.
“Tonight, you are mine. The crown jewel of my collection. My greatest heist.”
And he kisses you, finally — deeply, slowly. And you feel it. You’re being stolen as the phantom thief’s most priceless treasure.
He guides you backward until your shoulders touch the cold surface of a big wall mirror. The kiss is broken, you can see your face when you turn your head. The reflection startles you a bit: you, with hot cheeks and trembling, with the phantom thief standing before you, his hands are holding your waist possessively.
“Look,” he commands softly, his breath is warm into your ear. “See yourself through my eyes...”
The phantom thief grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. He kisses your neck slowly, his fangs grazing lightly against your skin — not enough to break it, only to tease. He pushes his thighs between your trembling legs as he guides his hands to captures yours and intertwines your fingers together.
He leaves pecks all over your neck, from your collarbone back up to your chin. And then his lips find yours again.
And Mockingbird kisses you again. The overwhelming feeling makes you close your eyes. His fangs graze your lower lips which makes you gasp. He doesn’t lose this opportunity and pushes his tongue into your mouth. You feel your knees become weaker as his tongue meets yours in a dance. Which makes you involuntarily create a soft groan in your throat, and the man catches it through the kiss.
He breaks the kiss. Your knees weaken, and he chuckles, catching you effortlessly. He carries you toward the bedroom as though you weigh nothing, laying you gently across the bed. The man leans over you with one of his knees pressed between yours, pinning you in place.
“I’ve stolen many things...” He says, taking off his fedora and then removes all of his rings from his fingers in a quick effortless move. He bites the gloved fingertip and slowly tugs it, making his glove slip out of his hand. Still holding the glove between his teeth, the phantom thief takes off his jacket. During the whole process, he doesn’t break the eye contact. You watch him slowly unwrapping himself.
“But tonight… I am taking my greatest prize…” He says as he tosses the glove onto the nightstand.
His bare hands touch you, tracing the line of you jaw, down your throat, over your chest. His touch is both worship and possession, his gaze a mix of hunger and adoration.
“A treasure like you… deserves to be admired, touched, explored. And I intend to do exactly that.”
Mockingbird’s nimble fingers unbutton your shirt only enough to reveal your collarbone. They touch your skin and it makes you tremble. And it makes him chuckle softly.
“Excited, are we?”
You decide to mirror his movements. You raise your hands and place them on his face, cupping his cheeks and pulling him toward you. A flicker of surprise flashes through his beautiful eyes as he hovers above you, placing one hand on the bed beside your head.
You guide your hands toward his ears, and they twitch involuntarily at your touch. The man halts his ministrations, and watches you. Now, it’s his turn to tremble a bit as you tease his ears with you fingers.
“Aren’t you a mischievous little thing…” He breathes out.
“I want to admire the thief who has stolen me tonight,” you say, looking him in the eyes, as one of your point fingers traces the outline of the phantom thief’s mask under his eyes.
The man smiles broadly enough for his fangs to peek out.
“Brave,” he comments playfully as his ears twitch again.
Your hands move toward his jaw, then the neck. They admire the smooth skin, tracing the line of his Adam’s apple and then down his throat.
You fingers find his necktie and you untie it. Before you can continue your movements, Mockingbird grabs his necktie, catches your hands and pins them above you head.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he purrs into your lips as his hands tie your wrists above you head, not tightly — you can easily free them but you’ll play along.
The man’s fingers return to their ministrations.
“No bra, hmm? It makes things even easier…” He muses out loud as he continues to unbutton your shirt. One of his point finger makes its way from your collarbone down to the outline of your shorts. The movement makes you shiver both from the ticking feeling and excitement.
Mockingbird leans down and places his lips on your neck. He places open-mouth kisses here and there with his fangs slightly grazing your skin. While his mouth is busy with your neck and collarbone, both of his hands are placed on your breasts, and his fingers are teasing your nipples, pinching them carefully to make it harden. The combined sensation creates a pleasurable jolt down your spine, and you involuntarily bucks your hips into his knee that’s still between your legs.
The blond man chuckles slightly, and guides his hands onto your hips and his lips down your chest. The tip of his phantom thief mask glides over lightly on your skin, which only adds fuel to the mix of sensations he’s giving you. His mouth doesn’t leave your nipples with no attention. He licks both of them in turn, and you breathe out.
When he starts kissing lower, you turn the tables on him. You raise your hands and hooks them around his neck, guiding his head towards yours while raising your upper body.
Mockingbird releases a surprised quiet gasp, but you catch it, placing your lips over his. While your lips are busy with each other, you use more strength and make your positions switch. The man’s back hits the bed. You catch another surprised gasp by pushing now your tongue into his mouth as your straddle his hips and his hands grab your waist. Your bare chest touches his clothed one.
You easily free your arms from beneath his neck, and place your hands on his cheeks, your thumbs brushing over his skin, as you continue deeply kissing him with your tongue dancing together with his.
Finally, you break the kiss which has left both of you breathless. Mockingbird’s chest rises and falls as he’s trying to catch his breath.
“I didn’t expect my treasure to be this forward,” he comments playfully as his hands caress your sides.
You guide hands down his throat, down to the collar of his shirt. “I’m full of surprises…”
He chuckles. “Can’t wait to discover all of them.”
You start unbutton his shirt, starting from his collar. During the whole process, Mockingbird didn’t look away — he’s watching your every move, drinking up your focused face and bare chest.
When the shirt is unbuttoned, you open it, revealing his chest. You fingers are wandering over his smooth skin up and down. The sensation makes his shiver.
You lean down, and now it’s your turn to attack his neck with kisses and bites.
Your bites are nothing compared to those he used against you, but still you can feel shivering and a soft groan bubbling up in his throat every time your teeth touch the skin on his neck.
Your lips lower down toward his collarbone as your fingers doing the same while your hips buck slightly toward his. All this ministrations combined makes the man’s head spin and his erection grow.
“Didn’t know it’d be so easy to tame the famous Mockingbird,” you tease as you buck your hips into his erection.
“Is that so…” He breathes out a soft chuckle. “I still have a lot of tricks in my sleeve.”
After saying that, one of his hands that has been holding your waist, slides down toward between your legs. You have been so focused on the man, so only now when his fingers touch your core through your clothes, you become aware of your own arousal. You gasp at the fingers’ movements up and down through the fabric of your shorts.
“I guess I’ve found your weak spot,” the phantom thief teases as he lifts up his upper body, supporting himself with the other hand.
You try to counter him by unbuckling his trousers, but Mockingbird is faster — he quickly dips his hand into your underwear. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers against your folds. You involuntarily groan and buck your hips toward his fingers. You look at half-annoyed, but he only grins at you mischievously.
“You know, this fingers are good not only for lockpicking,” he teases as he breathes into your lips. “Why don’t I show you my talents?”
Mockingbird moves apart his legs a bit for him to use his fingers easier on you and continue to rub your clit. You grab his shoulders and buck your hips more into his hand as his other hand grasp onto your hip.
No losing any more seconds, the man slips his point finger inside, and you gasp. He pumps his finger and leans in and places his lips on your neck again, leaving soft bites there.
Your juices makes it easier for him to insert a second finger. You arch your spine at the sensation both from his fangs and fingers.
“This position is not really convenient, isn’t it? Let me get it right…”
You lost the sensation of his fingers when he withdrawals them. But before you can register what’s happening, you find yourself lying on the bed and Mockingbird towering above you.
“Now, it’s much better,” he comments playfully and with a quick motions he easily free you from your shorts and underwear. “And we can back to the business…”
With those words, the man’s fingers return to your core. They tease your clit again, and you breathe out.
Mockingbird smirks at you from above, and watching your every reaction, he inserts both of his fingers inside. He pumps them in and out, with your juices they create a squeaky sound.
You buck your hips to meet his fingers as they curling inside with his thumb rubbing slowly your clit. You groan louder and grasp the bed sheets as the man is enjoying the show with his favourite treasure, despite the fact his own trousers are becoming tighter and tighter.
“I told you, I’m the man of many talents… And one of them is making my beloved treasure falling apart,” he says teasingly as he increases the speed of his fingers and thumb movements.
You feel your climax incoming and you close your eyes, being lost in the sensation of Mockingbird’s fingers. And he is watching your every move like a fine art.
The climax hits you harder than you’ve expected. His fingers are doing so fine work — they’re long, nimble and quick, the thumb applies the right pressure, and the combination of these both aspects makes you see starts and your toes curl.
You whine, completely lost in the pleasure and left breathless.
“Beautiful,” the man comments as he pulls out his fingers and looks down at you. Not breaking the eye contact, he puts his fingers into his mouth, licking off your juices and humming quietly. If your cheeks weren’t hot a moment ago, now they totally are.
“My treasure not only looks fine but tastes fine as well,” he sighs dreamily as he puts his hand on your stomach. “I hope you don’t mind me tasting you more thoroughly…”
You, still catching your breath, looks up at him. You can’t just lose to him that easily.
You lift your hand and place it on his crotch and rub there. The man involuntarily bucks his into your touch.
“I guess you have problems down there,” you tease him, trying to make his lose his composure.
“Trying to turn the tables, are we?” He breathes out.
Not losing a second, you quickly unbuckle his trousers — he doesn’t stop you — and let his erected penis free. Mockingbird hisses at the sensation of his erection being finally free as he’s still towering over you, placing his hands on the either side of you head.
You carefully grab his erected cock, and he breathes out. The position is not really convenient, but as if he’s reading your mind, the man shifts his hips toward your direction, so it’s now a bit easier for you to work on his member.
You start to guide your hand up and down his length as he bucks his hips into your direction. Because of the mask, it’s difficult to read his emotions, but you can clearly guess that he’s furrowing his eyebrows, trying to save his face and not fall apart from just your hand.
As you move your hand among his cock, you apply a bit of pressure by squeezing it. You can see that he’s indeed enjoying himself: the blond man has closed his eyes, bites his lower lip to prevent any sound that may leave his lips and bucks his hips move actively. You can only imagine what faces and sounds he may produce if you use more than just your hand. But now, you need to focus on the present.
You pump Mockingbird’s cock faster. You see that his climax is incoming, judging by the fact his hips movements are becoming more erratic and it’s difficult for him to muffle sounds that bubbling up in his throat.
He comes into your hand, lowly groaning and squeezing the bed sheets on the either side of your head. It’s nice to see him like this — vulnerable and fallen apart because of you.
The phantom theif slowly opens his eyes and looks down at you as he catches his breath.
“You mischievous little thing… outplayed me…” He breathes out.
“It turned out that not only you who has tricks in their sleeves,” you tease him back.
“Ah, is that so…”
He looks down at your hand that lets go his penis. It’s covered in his cum, and bit of it has landed on your stomach.
“You did a mess down there,” you continue teasing him.
He snorts. “And whose fault is that, hm?”
Before he can pull away and get a cloth to wipe the mess out, you bring your hand toward your mouth and lick the cum off of your fingers. The other hand gathers the rest of the cum from your stomach, you lick it off as well.
Mockingbird looks at you attentively during the whole process, not being to tear his gaze off you.
“Now it’s clean, see?” You tease, showing him your now clean hand.
“You don’t stop surprising me, darling treasure,” he chuckles at your teasing comment.
“But it’s not over yet,” he says, pulling away, as he takes off his shirt and tosses it away somewhere.
The blond man leans in toward you so that your noses are touching. “We played a bit. Now, it’s time to the main course…”
You gasp as he grasps your thighs and hooking them around his hips.
“Relax now…” He says as his cock rubs your folds up and down, accumulating your juices on his tip and making a squelchy, wet noise as if teasing you.
The man’s movements are indeed riling you up. You grab his shoulders, almost frustrated, warping your legs around his hips tighter.
“Impatient, are we? Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait any longer,” his eyes are gleaming and the corner of his lips are curling upwards.
Mockingbird finally pushes his erection inside almost in one go, and you release a quiet squeak. The impact makes your back arch and pull him closer by the neck around which you have wrapped your arms.
His hips are moving into yours. The sensation of his cock inside makes your head spin. He lets go of your thighs and brushes away tears that has formed into your eyes which you haven’t noticed until now — being too lost in the pleasure.
You look up at him, now with less blurry eyes. Mockingbird is looking down at you in awe. His heterochromatic eyes are twinkling at you like you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him (you are) as he continues his unhurried movements in and out, placing his hands on the either side of your head. The way he looks down at you makes your cheek get hotter.
You unwrap one of your arms, and guide your hand toward his face and cups his cheek. He leans into your touch, and you feel that his skin is as hot as yours.
With a gentle movement, you take off his mask, and he doesn’t stop you.
Beneath the mask, Hugo Vlad — your Hugo Vlad is hiding. His looks down at you with such a raw emotion that makes you feel absolutely adored.
Still continuing his movements, Hugo leans down and captures your lips into a hungry kiss as if it’s been an eternity since you kissed last time. He hugs your closer to his body and you do the same.
He picks up the pace which makes your walls clench around him more prominent, and you feel your incoming orgasm. But it’s still so far — you need some extra stimulation.
Before you can help yourself, Hugo breaks the kiss, and tells you breathless, “It’s my job…”
The man guides his hand toward the conjunction between your legs and starts rubbing your clit for more stimulation.
A groan leaves past your lips as you dig fingers into his back, closing your eyes.
Hugo is drinking up your expression and noises you’re making.
He speeds up his movements, and you can’t hold it any longer.
“Hugo—” You whine out his name as your orgasms reaches you. Your walls clench around his cock, and it makes him groan involuntarily — both from the feeling and your calling out his name.
He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, and continues moving his hips, trying to reach his own orgasm. You can only cling to him, try to catch your breath and whine as he overstimulates you.
The more you whine, the faster his orgasm hits him.
Hugo groans your name out lowly into your ear as he fills up you inside.
Suddenly, all the movements has stopped. Hugo almost collapses on you, but he catches himself by stabilizing his weight on his forearms that are on the either side of your head.
Neither of you are saying anything, only trying to catch your breath, enjoying each other’s company in the afterglow.
“Truly the crown jewel of my collection…” e mutters under his breath.
Hugo pulls out, letting you come back to your senses. He lies down on his side beside you as you’re both catching your breath.
You feel his fingers tracing over your skin. You open your to look up him. He has popped on his elbow and is looking down at you lovingly.
“You were incredible, darling treasure,” he comments playfully.
You chuckle at him, “So you were, mister Mockingbird.” And he snorts back.
“You know I have an idea for the next play,” you say and his ears twitch in interest.
You reach out to his phantom thief mask that was put aside by you not so long ago. You place it over your face.
“I want to be a phantom thief next.”
Hugo snorts again at your comment, leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.
“How can I refuse such an offer, knowing who’ll be hiding beneath this mask...”
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, smut; vaginal sex, mutual masturbation, handjob, oral sex (blowjob), first time.
Requested by anon.
Despite his look and charm, Hugo isn’t someone who throws himself at fleeting encounters. He can be flirty and playful, knows how to make someone blush, but his first time is with someone he truly cares for. He wants it to be meaningful, not just a thrill like his heists.
His emotional state may depend on his partner — if it’s your first time with him as well or you’re already experienced.
If his partner is inexperienced:
If it’s your first time as well, he’ll feel a bit at ease. He’ll take a deep breath and admit it’s his first time, expecting you to be surprised. But when you confess it’s your first time too, his eyes widen, and his usual confidence falters. There’s this shared relief — neither of you has to pretend to be experienced; his mindset shifts from “I need to impress you” to “We’ll learn each other.”
Lets a soft laugh past his lips, brushing strand of his hair behind his ear. “Then it seems we’ll be both, novices, learning tonight. How poetic…”
Knows the theory (he made some researches, of course) but the practice is a completely different thing. There are a few awkward moments, like nervous pauses (but your reassuring touch on him makes him feel easier, and it creates goosebumps on his skin), maybe even bumping foreheads in a kiss. Instead of a frustration, you both laugh, which makes the situation lightheaded and more intimate.
Hugo’s taking a lead by helping you to take off you clothes — something he’s growing to enjoy (as if he’s unwrapping a present). He kisses your skin which makes you shiver and him smirk at your reactions.
Your own touches on him and your reactions only add excitement to his core. And finally seeing your naked form makes his erection more prominent in his trousers. You happily help him to free his penis.
Hugo deeply breathes out when he feels your hand on his cock — he won’t admit that it’s something he imagined before. His hips unintentionally thrust in your hand. But he won’t let you easily get away with making his head spin like this. His own hand reaches to your core, and his nimble finger start slowly to rub on your clit. This feeling almost makes you yelp, and Hugo only smirks, enjoying how he makes you feel.
The mutual masturbation allows you both better to know each other, well, intimately and study each other’s reactions. Coming from your partner’s hand is a completely different experience compared to usual masturbation, and you’ve both enjoyed your first mutual orgasm.
It doesn’t end here. The two of you are feeling even more encouraged to continue. Hugo captures your lips in a passionate kiss as he lowers you on the bed, towering over you. The need to be inside you grows with each second. He surely doesn’t forget about the protection, it’s important, he says.
After (awkwardly, stumbling, because he’s way TOO excited) putting a condom on his cock, Hugo positions himself at you core, looking at your reaction. He won’t hurt you, ever. After your encouraging confirmation and arms around his neck, he slowly buries his cock inside. The feeling makes the both of you involuntarily groan — it’s the first time ever the two of you connected like this.
After you adjusting to his size, Hugo slowly starts moving his hips into yours, looking down at you closely. You share a kiss, your hands continue to explore each other’s skin as Hugo picks up the pace a bit. The almost approaching orgasm makes you guide your hand down toward your clit for extra stimulation. You can be sure it’s noted by Hugo, and next time, he won’t neglect you like this. But now, he’s too focused at reaching his own orgasm. He takes your free hand into his, and intertwines your finger together as his other hand continues to hold your hip. He feels you clenching around him as you come (he can’t take his eyes off your face, you’re too sweet like this, and neither can you stop looking at his beautiful eyes), and Hugo finally feels his own release. He buries his face into your neck, hugging you closer, enjoying the afterglow of your shared first time together.
Afterwards, Hugo holds you tightly, pressing his lips on your temple, and whispers softly, “No one else has seen this part of me… It belongs to you alone. And you’ve given the same gift to me.”
If his partner is experienced:
When Hugo admits it’s his first time, knowing that you’ve had experience before, there’s a flicker of insecurity in his eyes. He’s worried about being compared, about not living up to what you’ve known before. The thought of you being with others before might sting. He won’t openly say it nor shame you for any number of partners before. “So… you’ve done this before, and I haven’t. Hmm. I suppose this is a first time when I’m the one at a disadvantage.”
At the same time, he secretly loves the idea that you know what you’re doing, and that you’re choosing to share that knowledge with him. Your experience becomes a reassurance, not a threat. He wants to learn from you, understand your body and desires even better.
The best encouragement from you is to tell him that his lack of experience doesn’t matter, what matters is being with him, Hugo will melt. It takes the weight off his shoulders and allows him to relax into the moment.
You take a lead. You carefully strip each other from your clothes, and now are left in your underwear. You guide your hands from his face, down to his throat to chest, and lower and lower. You share a kiss as you hands wander over his body while his own tremble a bit, but find their place on your hips. You take it as invitation and sit on his lap.
You break the kiss, and softly push him back, so his back lands on the bed. Hugo gasps at such forwardness. But he gasps louder when you start to grind your clothed core onto his which only makes you smile at his sweet reactions.
You finally let his cock free, and he hisses. Your hand grabs it and pump it up down. Hugo involuntarily groans — never having experienced it from another person, and your hand feels so good!
You watch closely his reactions, and decide to be even more forward. Hugo’s breath catches in his throat when he sees and feels your lips wrapping around his tip. His face is flushed, but it only encourages you to make him fall apart. You take his cock in your mouth as muchas you can and bob your head as his hips slightly thrust toward your movements. Not so longer after you ministrations, he comes for the first time tonight. His cheeks are red and his ears involuntarily twitch.
When he wants to reciprocate, but you shush him with a kiss, saying it’s his first time and about him. He will have a plenty of time with you in the future, and he’ll have an opportunity to take a lead.
You help him to put a condom on, and hover your hips over his cock. You’re already dripping, and the this sight of you only ignites his desire for you further. When you finally lower yourself on his cock, Hugo grits his teeth and grabs your hips. You cups his cheeks and the two of you share a sweet kiss. You start to move your hips into his, and he tries to the same. Hugo can’t tear his gaze off you — you’re so attractive, and the two of you share this intimate moment. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you help yourself by stimulating your clit. You clench on his cock, and Hugo groans as his own release hits him afterwards. Both of you are breathless, yet happy after the shared experience as you hug him closely and kiss him again, and again.
Once it’s over, he’s a little shy, maybe even asks nervously if you were satisfied (even though, he hasn’t done a lot). When you reassure him, he’ll chuckle softly, “You know… I was terrified of being compared. But with you… none of that mattered. I only wanted to lose myself in you.”
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader, smut, pretty much vanilla.
Note: First time writing something like this.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
For Hugo, aftercare is an important part of sex and he never skips it.
He’s very touch-starved even during aftercare. He likes to trace his fingers over your skin where he’s left marks, admiring them.
Though he likes to tease, after intimacy his words are surprisingly tender. He’ll murmur things like “You were wonderful” or “I adore how you were under me.” His voice is low, velvet and calm, lulling you into relaxation.
If he thinks you’re sore or tense, he’ll run a bath for both of you, dim the lights, and sink in with you between his legs so he can wash your hair and shoulders slowly.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Hugo takes a good care of himself to maintain his good appearance for public life — he knows how to use his appearance, beside the right words, to his benefit — and to be attractive for you. It’s hard for him to choose a favourite body part on himself. He didn’t receive a lot of love when he was a child, so whatever the body part of his you compliment, he’ll like it. Thanks to your help, he’s growing to like his eyes.
If he has to, he will choose his hands — and especially fingers. With his hands he can do a lot of stuff, like making drinks and cooking for you to make you happy. His fingers are nimble and long; he has a lot of use for them — from lock picking and showing magic tricks to use them on you to make you reach climax just with them, playing on you like on an instrument.
Hugo will say that he loves all of you, and he won’t lie. He likes your arms that hug him; he likes your face that shows various emotions, he studies your expressions, your little reactions to his touches — especially when you two get intimate, from blushing cheeks (if your skin is light enough to show it) to twisting into pleasure; he likes your neck, it’s sensitive, intimate, and elegant, he has a vampiric urge for brushing his lips across it, placing soft bites; he likes your hands to hold them, and especially if you have a size difference… Hugo can go on describing and admiring every little part of you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Prefers to finish inside, either raw or in a condom; the latter, it makes it easier to clean and avoid making a mess. He also finds it more pleasurable and intimate to finish inside you while you squeeze around him.
If it’s raw, he has some kind of odd feeling of pleasure and satisfaction watching his semen dripping out of you. His hidden possessive side is taking a bit of control here, even if it leaves a bit of mess.
He’ll clean you dry when he eats you out. So no mess here either.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hugo’s ears are sensitive. During sex, they become his erogenous zone. If you want to get a better reaction out of him, stimulate, stroke, kiss them. They will twitch, and Hugo will shiver and stutter in his movements — your touch distract him from what he’s doing.
Hugo prides himself on elegance and composure, but his deepest secret is how badly he can lose himself if you break through his mask. When you catch him off guard by teasing him back or taking control, there’s something sparks inside him — the idea of being undone by someone he adores.
He’s a collector of unique things. Including you. Somewhere, where only he knows, he keeps a stash of mementos from you: maybe some ribbon, a glove you lost, a small note you tossed away and such. He doesn’t do anything inappropriate with them. Just keeps them, not letting anyone, even you, know about his secret.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Hugo knows how to read people, predict reactions, and charm his way through situations. He’s the type who notices tiny tells in posture, tone or expression, and uses that knowledge expertly.
If talking about sex, it’s hard to imagine him wasting intimacy on people he doesn’t value. Considering his past, he had different priorities when growing up... (So, I, the writer of these headcanons, can’t see him havingsex with people he’s not in a relationship with. Or he should’ve had a relationship in the past which is impossible: a) not confirmed, b) it wasn’t his priority, c) won’t happen anyway because all playable characters are unkissed virgins in canon. So sorry here, I’ll this point up to your own interpretation.)
Won’t care if you’re experienced or not. The most important thing is that you love him and he loves you. You can learn from each other about your likes and dislikes, and preferences.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Basically any that allows him to see your face. Missionary, him being on top, also allows him to dictate the rhythm while keeping the eye contact and him watching your every expression. He can trace your curves his fingers, read your expressions, and adjust his touch and pace to maximize your reactions. This position also allows him to whisper words into your ear or place soft kisses on your lips, neck and collarbone. During romantic moments, he likes to hold your hands and intertwine your fingers together or you wrap your arms around his neck or shoulders as he leans down and catches your lips into a deep kiss.
He also enjoys moments of letting you take the lead and get on top of him in cowgirl, especially if he senses that you want to tease him back. This allows you to set your own pace. Hugo remains attentive: his hands trace your skin and stimulate your clit, while he subtly thrusts up, drinking up your face.
Lotus is another position that allows the two of you to be close. It’s intimate, but also gives you more control over the pace and depths. Hugo holds you close against his chest, peppering your shoulders and neck with kisses.
If he feels a bit friskier and teasing than usual, he may indulge in the doggystyle position. Even though, he takes you from behind, it doesn’t stop him from being gentle and lovable. He leans in and peppers your back and shoulders with kisses and light bites while his hands roam over body; whispers compliments into your ear; leaning onto your back with his chest to your back, places his hands over yours, intertwines your fingers together as he pants into your ear.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Hugo takes sex seriously. He loves romance. When the moment calls for it, he’s serious: his eyes are locked on yours, his voice is low and velvet into your ear, his every touch is gentle and deliberate.
But it doesn’t stop from teasing you — he’s a teaser by nature. Because he likes your reactions when he riles up with his words, “You’re so cute like that.”/“What was that…?”/“Darling, are you trembling for me already? We’ve only just begun...”
But being full-on goofy is rare for him. But it can happen if you fluster him unexpectedly — if you say something bold that catches him off guard, he may laugh quietly, covering his mouth with hand like he’s trying to maintain his composure, then after that, give you that sly, playful grin of his that says, “You’ll pay for this. And you’ll like it.”
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Takes a great care of his appearance, it also includes shaving. He keeps himself well-groomed down there.
His pubic hair is a darker shade of blond.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Intimacy is the important part of sex for him. He may be a teasing phantom thief, but he’s also a tender, loving partner.
Doesn’t rush, he likes to build tension. Candles, rose petals, dimmed lights, soft music on the background, sometimes a warm bath with bubbles, that create the romantic atmosphere.
His fingers and lips trace your jawline, neck, collarbone, almost worshiping you that way he studies how you react. He takes every note of your every sigh, shiver and groan.
Makes you feel loves with compliments and praise in this velvet smooth voice of his. “Every curve, every sound, every glance… It’s beautiful, darling.” There’s always a tiny layer of teasing, but it’s wrapped in a genuine admiration.
The more you spend in such moments, the more Hugo makes it clear that you’re his treasure that wants to keep and cherish.
Please, tell him you love him. It will make him climax faster and hard.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Is self-controlled and doesn’t seek it often; has a strong will and can suppress urges when he wants. He likes the idea of denying himself, building tension until he can release his desire properly with you.
If he indeed wants to masturbate, it’s either because he wants to release stress or you’ve been apart from him for too long.
Even when alone, Hugo treats it with a certain elegance. He doesn’t rush. He enjoys drawing it out, savouring the imagination. He may lean back in his chair or couch with a glass of wine, always letting his thoughts turn to you.
Hugo unbuttons his trousers, moving them down a bit along with his underwear and letting his member free. He clasps his hand around it, letting a soft sigh past his lips, and squeezes it a bit. He starts stroking himself, throwing his head and letting his mind wander back to you: what if it was your hand touching him right now. He builds up the pace as he imagines you stroking his member while kissing him, his lips, his ears — and even biting them. He lets a low groan, as the tension increases and his climax is approaching. He imagines you sinking down on his cock and let yourself set a pace — faster and faster — that eventually makes your walls squeeze around him, and come while moaning his name. He groans softly as he releases at the thought of you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praising. He adores flattering you, showering you with compliments, but in his own teasing way. Compliments that melt into smug little remarks like, “You’re exquisite when you tremble like this.” Won’t admit it, but loves receiving compliments from you. Tell him how handsome he is, how good he makes you feel, how much you love… it means a lot for him.
Biting, marking. He loves leaving marks on your skin which will be hidden under clothes, on your neck, collarbone, thighs.
Roleplaying. He enjoys creating “scenarios” like it’s a performance: he as a phantom thief, you as a treasure he steals or a detective who is after him. It also helps building more sexual tension between the two of you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Only at home or in a comfortable private setting. He has a public persona to maintain, and he can’t let anyone to catch him in such a compromising scenario; plus it ruins the intimate moment between both of you. The soft bed in his or your bedroom or a couch in the living room is the best choice for yours and his comfort.
Bathtub / Shower. Warm water steam, dim lights, soft steam set the mood. His nimble fingers explore your wet skin as he kisses the nape of your neck.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The biggest turn on for him is you being attracted to him as much as he is to you, that you love him as much he does you. Compliments, sweet words, acts of service gifts you give makes him feel truly loved and cherished, and it motivates him to pay you back hundredfolds.
You teasing and riling him up, turning the table on him, taking the lead, setting up a romantic atmosphere, building up a tension.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Hugo can handle playful teasing (he’s a teaser himself), but anything vulgar for the sake of vulgar makes him lose interest fast. He prefers sophistication in both words and actions, even when things get heated. So he won’t humiliate nor degrade you, even as a part of the dirty talk; he doesn’t want to receive such words either.
If there’s no buildup, no tension. He loves a slow burn, a buildup. Someone who jumps straight into things without any tease or romantic foreplay feels like skipping to the last page of a novel, it ruins the narrative for him.
Lack of engagement. If you’re distracted, detached or fake enjoyment for the sake of pleasing him, it’s a deal breaker. He wants you to genuinely enjoy yourself with him, he thrives on intimacy and mutual energy. He wants to have sex with you, not to you. Though, he usually reads your emotions, but if you’re indeed just not in the mood, just tell him straight — he will understand, even if he’s himself in the mood.
Sharing you with anyone else / threesomes and such. He’s devoted to you, and expects the same in return. If you get intimate with someone else / suggest someone plus one, it will break him and his trust. He will think he’s not enough for you and feel like you don’t love him as wholeheartedly as he loves you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hugo enjoys eating you out, savouring you. He places a pillow under your hips for a better angle, with his hands, he spreads your legs, or sometimes, places them over his shoulders. With his tongue, he draws various figures on your folds, being attentive to you reactions, looking up at you with these mesmerizing heterochromatic eyes of his. He may also insert his fingers inside and curl them while his lips are busy with your clit, making you feel good and your toes curl.
He doesn’t expect you feel obliged and reciprocate him, nor he ever pressures you to go down on him. He wants you to do it only if you yourself want it. When you do give him head, Hugo is flustered — it’s rare to see him like that. If you want to fluster him and make him more vocal, it’s the best opportunity for you. It’s also a rare time when he’s not witty enough to tease you — but how can he when your lips are perfectly wrapped around his member and your hand strokes where your mouth doesn’t reach. He groans a bit louder as he shudders at your ministrations with his member in your mouth. “You’re doing, ah— good—” He doesn’t stop complimenting you. His cheeks are pink and his ears twitch. He groans out your name as he comes.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sex with Hugo is romantic. He wants to take his time with you, appreciating the moment. Likes to to start in a slow and steady pace, rolling his hips into yours deep but not too hard to avoid hurting you, with light touches, kisses that brushes your jaw, collarbone, lips.
His stamina is good, but he doesn’t go fast at once — he builds the pace in elegant increment, gradually increasing the intensity.
Even if you tease and rile him up, Hugo will still keep control of his thrusts, going deep not hard, not to hurt you. He wants you to enjoy yourself as much as he does.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
As it’s been said before, Hugo is a romantic at heart and likes to build up the tension; and a quickie doesn’t set the mood right. He wants to take his time with you, kissing, hugging you, making love to you, with no rush.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Depends. As long as it doesn’t threat you physically, verbally, and it doesn’t involve other people with exhibitionism and multiple partners, he will try to indulge you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Hugo’s life as a phantom thief demands agility, precision, and resilience. That translates into his intimate life: he’s flexible, strong, and never tired too quickly. So he can as many rounds as you desire.
Once the first round ends, he’ll pour you a drink, kiss you lazily, tease you with a smug smirk; and before you know it, he pulls you back in, feeling refreshed and ready to go again.
His stamina may crumble only if you manage to completely undo his composure: catch him off guard, take a lead, make him lose control.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn’t own any toys. He wants to be the one who gives you pleasure. But if you show any interest, he doesn’t really mind. He’ll indulge you. But he’ll rather use them on you than himself — he feels kinda awkward. Something stimulating for your clit that will help draw out stronger orgasms.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s teasing only to build more tension. He teases with his words and touches. He will edge you, but not deny you an orgasm — only one of your ‘please’ is enough for him to give you anything. He edges or overstimulates you only to prolong the orgasm and make it more harder.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
When moaning, his voice is rather soft and low. He showers you with and compliments, how beautiful you look, how well you take him. He’ll pant into your ear or the shared kiss, with a low groan building up in his throat.
He rather prefers you moaning for him. If you’re loud enough, he’ll comment on it and tease you. If you’re quiet, he’ll try harder to get a moan out of you. He loves hearing you say that you love him and how he’s making you feel good. And how moan his name.
He can get louder by you taking the lead, ridding him, or using your mouth on him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Hugo knows how it’s when one struggles with appearance issues. And he wants you to feel loved and see yourself the way he sees you. If you have any parts of you body that you feel insecure about (scars, cellulite, stretch marks, extra fat, etc.), he’ll have you stripped facing a mirror. His hands and fingers trace every part of you that you’re ashamed about, telling you how incredible you look.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Has a pretty, slender penis with several prominent veins along the shaft with a pinkish tip.
11 cm (~4,3 in) in length and 10 cm (~3,9 in) girth (circumference) in the erect state.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Wants your attention (not necessary, for sex) constantly. But alas, he’s busy with his work. So he compensates it with romantic dates and love making sessions.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Likes to savour the aftermath rather than drifting off right away. To him, the quiet aftermath is just as intimate as the act itself. He’ll stay close, watching you, touching your hair, or tracing his fingers over your skin like he’s memorising you.
Hugo’s also a gentleman, so he’ll make sure you’re comfortable by offering you water, adjusting the blankets, or holding you in his arms. He likes seeing you relax into him before he even thinks about sleeping.
Often, he murmurs teasing remarks or soft compliments, keeping the mood intimate.
Likes to pillow talk with you about everything and anything: from science and philosophic questions to what you ate today.
When he finally does fall asleep, it’s usually with you curled into him, his arm still draped around you.
