𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒?

had you known you would've rescheduled, much to your dismay as the chances for outings with Vivian were growing scarcer by the day.

just the short trek from the car to the sandy path into the pink sand had beads of sweat collecting at the back of your neck, sliding down into places that sweat should never venture.

now hugo may tend to look, and act, dumb but he was well versed in knowing how to take care of his grumpy girlfriend. which is why he was already pulling a sun umbrella out of his bag, even as the words "it's so hot" leave your pretty pouty lips.

he plants a quick kiss before setting up you twos little campsite.

soon a quaint spot was built mildly obscurd from others, large pink beach towel laid out with stakes in every corner to prevent flyaways. two chairs and a massive leaf umbrella — the design was too cutesy for you to resist buying it for the occasion.

hugo believed he was prepared for anything the day could throw at them.

even though it was his card that paid for your swimsuit, this is the first time hugo was seeing you wear it. the flimsy cover-up did little but once it was slipped off, your perfect body was on full display for everyone at this beach, every tantalizing curve begging for attention. to be touched, fondled and groped. it made his blood run hot.

surely this is the work of destiny.

and you were this close to watching your favorite show; a certain 6'2" midfielder wet from head to toe, his dark red hair falling in damp waves, bangs pushed back to reveal his forehead. broad shoulders that were sculpted by michelangelo himself, rivets of water running down over plump tits and flawless abs that you wish to use like a washboard for your pussy.

evidently your oversized, idiot boyfriend has deemed it necessary to keep his eyes on you, refusing to let you lounge in the shadows as you had planned to do.

just as Vivi was reaching for your hand to lead you towards the salty ocean water, you stepped back, holding out a recognizable bottle, "sunscreen first."

"of course, ma belle."

seeing you in a bikini already weakened his resolve, rubbing sunscreen into your skin was a surefire way to break his fragile composure.

the bottle nearly bursts open like a cracked egg in hugo's tight grip, pumping some of the creamy substance into his palm.

he rubs his hands together to warm it up before starting at the base of your neck, careful to not get it in your hair — he knows you hate that. his thumbs work in circles down to your shoulders, massaging the spf in with gentle care, ensuring that no inch will be left unattended. hugo swallows when he reaches your low back, the way the skin dimples above your ass. it doesn't help that when you lean forward your bottoms get further bunched between your cheeks, you may as well have just worn a thong at this point.

his dick aches in his trunks, barely suppressing popping a full boner.

"all set," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your right shoulder.

"thank you, my love."

the water was refreshing after baking in the afternoon sun, sand squishing between your toes with every step further into it's clear depths. this is the first time you've seen water so blue, hints of the pink sand giving off a glimmering purple radiance.

hugo never lets go of your hand, afraid you'll drift too far out. he's your pillar, there to be your support in the deeper waters where your feet can't touch.

far enough out that it feels like it's just the two of you. in your own world.

you float on your back, eyes closed, basking in the sunlight. keenly aware of hugo's presence by your head, tendrils of your hair being spun around his thick fingers.

after spending at least a solid hour in the ocean you both decide to head back up to your spot to relax, drink some water and maybe snack a little.

heat sickness is no joke and neither of you are willing to risk it.

back at the campsite you turn to look at hugo and freeze, eyes bugging out at how his swim trunks have become glued to his body. his bulge was noticeable before, but now every detail of his thick, veiny cock is visible. anyone with eyes would think he has a hard-on.

"love... you might want to— ahem... adjust your trunks."

hugo palms at the front of his shorts, pulling the soaked fabric away from his body, when it resettles the outline is still very obvious.

"better?"

"no, darling," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, "you may as well be naked with how clearly i can see your dick."

"so help me out."

unable to say no, you wind up nestled atop his lap, legs straddling his beefy thighs and sat directly on his still growing bulge.

one thing you've yet to get accustomed to was just how big your boyfriend is.

especially at times like this; wherein his hands are wrapped around your waist, fingertips easily touching. spanning the width of your figure like it was made to be held by him.

hugo's dark eyes stare into yours, bottom lashes dripping with remnant seawater.

silently pleading.

you sneak a cursory glance around, checking that no one is any the wiser to what the two of you are up to before giving a slow, teasing roll of your hips.

the resulting groan is loud enough to be dangerous.

potentially drawing notice of the other beach goers.

"more..." Vivi begs, fingers digging in, promising to leave behind bruises, "ma chèrie, move faster..."

his accent gets thicker in the heat of the moment, almost slurring like he's drunk.

his skin smells like sun, saltwater, and sweat as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. your tongue darts out, dragging up the column of his throat. Vivi shudders beneath you, hips bucking upwards, the blunt head of his cock driving into your clit.

"ma chèrie, you—mpfhh... feel so good," Vivian purrs into your ear, nibbling on the spot he knows makes you clench when he's buried inside you. your cunt pulses, getting hotter and wetter with every vigorous drag of your hips over his aching, twitching cock. more and more of hugo's happy trail gets exposed to your prying eyes as his swim trunks slide down. perhaps he didn't tie them tight enough for such activities. either way it benefits you all the same.

"you like this, huh?" he coos, "being in the open, knowing... at any second someone can walk over and see... what a mess you've made of my lap."

your heated face and dripping pussy give you away despite your spluttered denials, hugo grabs your chin forcefully tilting it towards his, seeing how glassy and shiny your eyes are.

Vivi is equally dusted in red, a deep blush across his face and ears, stemming all the way down to his chest with every labored breath.

"don't— nghh... stop," you pant, grinding down with the assistance of hugo's guidance, moving you like you weigh nothing.

"let me put it in..." Vivian murmurs, "please, mon cœur."

it wouldn't bode well to be caught fucking in a very packed, very public beach, but that's what makes it fun. right?

emi's notes: stole the last line from an ask with my wife -x- this might not be my best work as i haven't written smut in ages but that hung frenchman was calling my name ♡

for the record i think the frenchman is more of a shower than a grower, so it was already pretty noticeable before vivi even steps into the water. but after... oh, there's no hiding that battering ram, the sheer heft of it making saliva pool in my mouth just imagining how much of a stretch it would be to fit it anywhere in me. would it be worth the jaw pain? me thinks yes.

back to the matter at hand; dryhumping with vivi would be divine because let's face it even the man's hands are big. they would wrap so nicely around my waist as he all but drags up and down his throbbing dick while im almost biting through my lip to not moan like a cheap pornstar.