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It was more intriguing than irritating, though you weren't always one to be annoyed at first without understanding the situation at hand.

‎Hugo, along with his arrogant, aloof attitude, was currently beneath you right now. Your body hovered against his back, pressing, sinking some of your weight while your beloved arched his back all for you.

‎"You should just give up..." Now, why should you? Not when he's like this, eyebrows scrunched down, legs writhing and squirming—begging to receive any kind of friction. You'd never give away this opportunity

‎You only smirked, cocking an eyebrow and resuming your attack on his chest. "I couldn't care less either way, you know?" you cooed, then tugging lightly at his nipples as if to warn him of his mistake.

‎His mistake of provoking you.

‎It was, by no means, an understatement that Hugo was bigger, larger than you physically. But he could never compare to the leash you have on him, keeping him in check and making sure he behaved—at least while you were there.

‎So when he started being bold—releasing statements questioning your authority—why were you always in control of him anyway? Shouldn't he be on top since he was stronger, massive—more intelligent and cunning than you could ever be?

‎But the only answer for that that he himself could never accept, was that it was you he wanted to collar him. Hugo would never admit it, but he desired for you to lead him, or at least in bed if not in your relationship (though you'd beg to differ).

‎Slap.

‎"You're thinking of something again, aren't you?" you slap at his ass, caressing the marked skin as you burrow yourself near his nape and neck.

‎He winced, shivering slightly at the impact, "hn- no...not at all." Hugo feigned his reply, closing his eyes when he can't help but shudder from the pleasure he's feeling.

‎You glance at his expression, eyes brimming with mischief. Because what you saw wasn't an expression of pain like he made it out to be—it was of joy.

‎And there was no way you'll give up this chance of seeing him come undone.

‎"You know, I've never actually topped someone before," you slap at his ass again, his whines echoing throughout the room while you slam him more.

‎"But ever since I met you —slap—all I could think about was how I could—slap, slap—take control of you like this," you admit, palm burning red from how much you marked his ass. But you'd never get enough of this feeling, nor would Hugo.

‎"Fuck, Y/N, s-stop, please..." he whined, eyes watering with tears. He's beginning to mix pleasure with pain. He couldn't take it anymore. Any more and he's convinced he'll come undone; he didn't want to make a fool of himself right now.

‎"Close?" you teased, palming and cupping his ass. You knew because his back was arching more that you couldn't lay on it any more. So you slipped yourself to be sitting underneath him, so his cock was directly staining your thighs.

‎Hugo's struggling to keep his cool, and with his cock pleading for release, he couldn't keep up his facade anymore. He's unsure how he was on top of your now, body above your thighs—your thighs?

‎So that was why he felt something when he was humping air earlier. Something soft, plush, and he was really making a fool of himself right now.

‎Hugo wanted to bury himself into your sheets, silently engulfing your scent as you hummed yourself some song he couldn't recognize. His legs were loosening, limping, but he couldn't lay down properly, stuck on arching his back because if he did—he's sure he won't control himself from humping your thighs (not that you hate the idea).

‎You were just about to slap his ass again when a thought popped into your head.

‎In an instant, Hugo's body was facing you, head laying on your thighs. What was horrifying for him was that, his cock, visibly twitching and so so close, was near your hand. He didn't know if you'll let him release yet—but he wanted it.

‎"Y/N..." Hugo whined, trying hard to keep his moans to himself with how soft and gentle you were palming him, getting dangerously close to the distance between both of his thighs and to his cock. It was almost scary how much of an opposite your actions were to the sneer you had on your face, and he didn't know if he could admit that he really liked it.

‎Hugo was covering his face, hiding his shame beneath the back of his hands. Though you wanted to see him so humiliated right now like he did to you earlier—it was better to be merciful this time.

‎You chuckle, mocking him with a lighthearted laugh, "All that talk about accepting your destiny—what were you saying again?"

‎Hugo's dick twitched at that, ears openly turning red.

‎"Should I take this as you accepting your destiny? Your fate to be a sub?" He really wanted to cry right now, head turning to burrow himself on your thighs out of sheer embarrassment.

‎"Well, Hugo, what do you think?"

‎And with that, you took hold of his raging cock, stroking it painfully slowly, dragging out unwillful moans out of him.

He cried out a sob. He didn't want it to be like this. He was close to being on autopilot mode with how much the pain and pleasure was swallowing him whole.

"Wanna cum?" Now you were just teasing the poor guy. He was almost drawing out blood from how hard he was biting his lips to silence himself. All to keep those sinful moans he was sure would taint his entire being.

Hugo didn't reply, still silent and quietly enduring your painful attack, but you didn't care anyway. You still wanted him to enjoy himself. So you laid your other arm to his head, scuffling his hair. You started speeding up your strokes, pumping him through his high.

One would think that it was just a gentle advance with no hidden agenda—but you weren't a nice one to begin with.

Just as Hugo was starting to feel comfortable, shuffling his hair, you started to tug at it slightly. He winced in pain, but with that, his cock started leaking more again. This was a confirmation that Hugo was a masochist through and through.

A grin appeared on your face, tugging at his hair up to signal him to sit. And he did. He obeyed just like that.

Your beloved buried himself on the crook of your neck, legs on each side of your thighs as you held his dick on one hand, while the other was still gripping at his hair.

Hugo wanted to let the ground eat him up at that moment, but it'd never show on his face. You knew, however, because his legs were shaking and his ears were as dark as crimson, and to add to his quivering cock.

You were determined to see this through, to let him come undone and be vulnerable without you commanding anything of him. Even if he swallows his moans, you'll pull it out of him.

The whole room was echoing with the sounds of slick and heavy breathing. You've been dragging this out for too long, Hugo had completely let down his walls. Just as you expected.

Now, his pretty lips had started to open, head limping over to your neck, nearing your ear. He let himself whisper his whines next to your ear (which was now also as red as his that you felt like you'd gain a fever), whimpering out moans because you were still excruciatingly slow. It wasn't enough.

"Pretty, plea-please.... I can't take it anymore.." Hugo whined in a slightly higher pitched voice than usual. With both of his hands wrapping over your nape, you hummed a response, pumping his cock faster just like he said.

Honestly, you were starting to feel dizzy with how intimate his whimpers were to your ear. He was also now dangerously close that you simply couldn't help but tug down at his because you might suffer a heart attack if you didn't.

As you were tugging at his hair away from your ear, you licked at his neck, sucking a hickey on the flesh. You failed to notice it sooner because Hugo had cum without warning, legs twitching on your thigh and he almost wanted to cry.

Ropes of white stained your hand as you stroke him still. The orgasm so intense tears really had well up in his eyes—this was the cold, frank Hugo you knew by the way. So although you were shocked as fuck he could actually cry, you let him feel his ecstacy. The tug at his hair was gone, but one of his hands had intertwined with your free one as you kissed his pretty lips.

"You did well, my love," you kissed him one last time before peppering his neck with more hickeys. You ought to take advantage of this once in a blue moon chance before he goes back to his infamous self—