Beach Bliss - Kimi Antonelli
Warnings: smut, overstimulation, praise kink, hickeys, no protection, some fluff, dirty talk, sex in the water, oral, p in v sex
𝜗ৎ A/N: okay so like… first time posting on here since 2023!! welp. i hope you enjoy, i really need to improve on my writing skills so bare with me! (some stuff maybe be corny or repetitive sooo um..) + i had lots of writer’s blocks :(
Summer was the best thing that could ever happen this year for you.
Not to mention you’d always bragged about your boyfriend being a Mercedes driver in Formula One and how he was so hot. It was your biggest flex.
Over the weekend, you and Kimi had went on a yacht, and now the two of you were cuddling on the white sands of Sicily, Italy.
Kimi had his arms wrapped around your waist, his free hand tracing circles lazily from your midriff to your bare stomach. He loved the sight of you in that teal bikini.
“Amore mio,” He whined, burying his face in your stomach, “I’m bored… can we go in the water?”
The beach was supposedly a ‘popular’ beach… but from the sight of not many people being here? Probably not.
You giggled, shaking your head.
Kimi willingly got up, eyes sparkling with excitement like a kid on Christmas day.
Both of you ran into the blue waves, the water perfectly warm and not too cold.
“You look fucking sexy, you know that right?” His eyes raked over your body with desire. The bikini hugged your skin tightly, stirring the heat inside him.
Your breath hitched in your throat. Damn, he knew exactly how to turn you on.
Just by simple words rolling off of his tongue.
“Kimi… don’t look at me like that…” You bit your lower lip, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands roamed up your back until they found the strings barely holding up your bikini top.
With a simple tug, it came undone, revealing your perfectly shaped tits.
Kimi let out a strangled groan, cupping one with his hand. “Holy shit, y/n…”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your sweet spot. Little by little, he inched down until he reached your areola.
Your hands found their way to his brown curls, tangling and staying there.
“K-Kimi,” you said breathlessly.
“I’m not staying quiet— I need you.”
Your words made Kimi look up, his dark brown eyes darkening with pure lust.
His calloused fingers hooked under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, tugging them down so they could be forgotten in the water.
“You’re so gorgeous…” Kimi’s voice was raspy and full of absolute need. He watched her bikini remains sink into the clear ocean sands below them. “I’m gonna ruin you.”
His hands grabbed you by the thighs, wrapping your legs around his bare torso as he brought you closer to the shore, lying you down on the wet sand.
“Well if anything’s ruined, it’s my bikini you practically threw away.” You rolled your eyes, a small smirk twitching at your lips.
Kimi pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, smiling against them before pulling away.
“Don’t be so worried about that stupid bikini, it looks better off of you.” He pecked your lips again. “Besides, I’ll just buy you another one.”
You were instantly pinned against the sand, the specks clinging to your wet skin.
His head was buried in between your legs— he could practically live there.
His lips began sucking harshly on your clit. Your hands scattered in his curly brown locks, holding tightly like your life was on the line.
You knew how good he ate a girl out. He’s done it to you plenty of times.
This was only one of many.
What made it more meaningful was the fact you two were on a fucking pretty ass beach in Italy, Kimi’s home country, giving each other pleasure of a lifetime.
He continued to suck harshly as he inserted two digits in your hole, pumping in and out causing you to moan in pleasure. His mouth never left your cunt, he sucked and licked and kissed it all over.
“K-Kimi,” You whimpered, thighs tightening around his head, “I can’t keep it in, I’m gonna… gonna…”
Of course, Kimi knew exactly what you meant.
He was a pretty impatient guy himself, and he didn’t like to tease. At all. When he heard that desperate little voice of yours? He lost it.
His tongue swirled around your clit in fast circles as his fingers curled up to hit your g-spot.
“Fuck, so good…” He licked his lips, lapping up the rest of your cum like a thirsty dog.
With your legs shaky and spent, you fluttered your eyes closed in hope for a moment of relaxation. Eating you out was all he was going to do today… right?
Well— no— you thought wrong. With Kimi, there were no breaks. It was always up to him.
“Who said I was done with you?” He rolled you over onto all fours, sliding off his swim trunks and stroking his hard-on.
A whimper slipped past your lips. You were so exhausted from his skillful tongue. “Kimi, no, please—”
His dick slid right into your tight and already prepped with natural lubricant pussy. He let out a loud groan.
Kimi always had such a thick and relatively long cock. It filled you up perfectly every time.
“Mhmm… just like that Kimi, oh, don’t stop…”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” And he slammed deep into you, his tip hitting your cervix at full force.
His hips were snapping at an impeccable speed, making sure you’d feel and take every inch of him. In that moment, he could barely think straight.
Usually, he knew not to choke you. He knew you didn’t like it.
It was too hard to resist, now.
His fingers wrapped around your neck, using it as a grip as he leaned forward, still fucking you recklessly.
You gasped for air, his thumb pressing just the right spot to block the air.
“Kimi— I-I…” You pleaded, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “I’m gonna c-cum,”
“Don’t you dare,” he growled, his hips thrusting harder and faster, his large hands gripping onto your waist now as he pulled her back onto his length. “Not until I tell you to.” His deep voice echoed through the room, his piercing gaze watching your face contort with pleasure.
He slammed into you one more time, feeling your walls clench around him as you teetered on the edge. "Eyes on me," he commanded, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down firmly. "Now."
His thrusts became relentless—deep, punishing strokes that pushed you higher until he felt you finally shatter around him, your scream muffled by his palm.
You were trembling, your orgasm tearing through like a storm. You could hear his gruff voice, feel his strong arms holding you up as he continued to pound into you through your climax. He was relentless, drawing out your pleasure until you were utterly spent.
His hand finally left your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air as you hung limply in his grip. You could feel him still moving within you, his pace slowing but no less intense. Your vision was blurry, ears ringing with the sound of both of your combined moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.
As you slowly regained your senses, your body was still trembling with aftershocks as you felt him thicken inside you.
His hands tightened on your waist possessively as he picked up the pace again, his thrusts deliberate and powerful. “Look at me,"
You were feeling overstimulated as the waves lapped around both yours and Kimi’s skin, adding to the romantic atmosphere feeling.
“I’m looking, fuck,” You gripped onto the sand tightly, as if it was going to support you.
“Please, Kimi— I can’t take it anymore,”
You could see his face for the first time—those sharp cheekbones, the sweat trickling down his temple, his lips parted as he panted heavily.
His eyes were dark and unforgiving, his grip on your waist bruising as he slammed into you without mercy. "You can, and you will,"
Kimi’s thumb found your clit again, rubbing in slow, torturous circles as he maintained his punishing rhythm. “I said you can," he repeated, his Italian accent thickening with desperation as he felt your walls flutter around him. “Non potrai fermarti finché non avrò finito con te.”
The cold water hit your back, sending a shock through your overheated body. You gasped, nails digging into the wet sand as the wave crashed over the two of you, momentarily silencing the sounds of passion with the roar of the ocean.
Kimi didn't stop—his hips kept moving, using the water's resistance to his advantage as he pushed deeper into you.
"Cazzo—" he groaned against the shell of your ear as another wave crashed over both of you, washing the sand from beneath your hands.
His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as the saltwater dripped off his jaw. “Stay. Don't you dare move."
"I-I can't—" you gasped, your legs spreading wider as the water pulled at you, threatening to drag you under.
“It's too much—" Your head fell back against the wet sand, hair soaking wet and sticking to your neck. “Please, Kimi—"
"Too much water or too much of me?" he growled, his teeth sinking into your neck as he held you against him with one arm, using the other to stabilize both against the current.
He sucked and nipped on your skin, leaving hickeys all over, marking you as his.
“Either way, you're taking it all. Now shut up and let the fucking waves hit you."
He slammed into you one final time, his body locking as his release tore through him. A guttural cry ripped from his throat, muffled only by the roar of the ocean as he buried himself deep and came hard, his hot seed flooding your core while the waves continued to crash over you two, pulling the sand from beneath your knees.
You could feel every pulse.
You were shaking, his grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from collapsing completely.
With your vision blurred and feeling him pulse inside you, the combination of his orgasm and the relentless waves pushing you put you over the edge again.
A second climax ripped through you, quieter this time—just a soft whimper as your walls clenched around him, milking him dry. "K-Kimi…” You looked utterly blissed out.
He slowly pulled out, catching your trembling body before the next wave could knock you over. With effortless strength, he lifted you against his chest, carrying you past the surf line to where the towel lay scattered on the dry sand.
"Vieni qui," he murmured in Italian, settling you gently onto the rough fabric and immediately crouching beside you.
He began to run his large hands over your body, wiping away the sand and saltwater with careful strokes.
His touch was gentle now, almost reverent— a stark contrast to the harsh thrusts and bruising grip from before. "Stai bene, amore?" he asked softly, pushing your damp hair back from your face to examine your expression.
"I-I think so," you whispered back, shivering as the cool evening air hit your waterlogged skin. Your voice was hoarse, barely audible over the sound of the waves. “Kimi, my legs—" You tried to move them but your muscles were jelly, utterly useless after everything he'd put you through.
He worked his way up your legs, his strong hands kneading the sore muscles gentler than one would expect from a man of his aggressive demeanor.
When he reached your inner thighs, he hesitated briefly before spreading them wider and continuing his massage there—an intimate aftercare you didn't expect.
You whimpered softly as his thumbs found the overstimulated flesh between your thighs, but he shook his head with a small smile.
“Non per quello," he murmured, continuing to work the tension out of your skin.
“Solo per aiutarti." He wrapped the dry towel around your shoulders, pulling you close against his chest protectively. "Sei perfetta."
After a couple minutes of massaging, you felt bad you never really gave Kimi something in return?
He’d ate you out, fucked you really good… and now you wanted to return the favor. By giving him head.
Your innocent looking eyes met his, gently leaning him back against the towel.
“Trust me,” you flashed him a small smile.
He blinked, momentarily stunned by your sudden shift from vulnerable to surprisingly confident.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back against the towel, spreading his legs slightly to accommodate you between them.
His eyes gleamed with curiosity and barely contained amusement. “What do you have in mind, baby?”
Without another word, your perfect lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
Kimi’s smirk widened into a full-blown grin as you wrapped your lips around him without hesitation.
He groaned low in his throat, his head tilting back against the towel as you began to suck him slowly. “Fanculo," he cursed in Italian, his hands automatically tangling in your hair.
You took him deeper, tongue swirling around his shaft as you bobbed your head slowly. The cool evening breeze contrasted with the heat radiating off his skin, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop to the obscene wet sounds of your mouth working him.
He tightened his grip in your hair—guiding but not forcing, letting you set the pace this time.
"Così brava," he praised softly, his hips starting to thrust up gently to meet your movements.
Kimi’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched your head bob up and down, the innocent look in your eyes completely at odds with the lewd act you were performing. “Just like that, amore.”
As you moaned around his cock, the vibration made his eyes roll back.
You took him deeper this time, relaxing your throat and looking up at him from under your lashes as you swallowed around the head.
His stomach muscles clenched at the sight—innocent yet utterly filthy.
"Porca puttana," he swore under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening as you deep throated him perfectly. "Belle labbra sporche," he murmured in Italian, praising your dirty mouth.
"Sei nata per fare pompini, tesoro."
You continued to suck him like a pro, your innocent looks belying the fact that you were giving one of the best blow jobs of his life.
He could feel his balls tightening already, warning of his impending release. Leaning down, he grabbed your cheek with his free hand and spread your mouth wider.
Feeling his cock throb against your tongue was the first sign you knew he was close.
Deciding to take him all the way, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, pressing your lips flush to his base with a wet pop.
His thighs trembled beneath your palms.
"Sto venendo, piccola—" he warned, but didn't pull back, trusting you completely.
You wanted his cum to shoot into the back of your throat. It was your main goal right now. So of course, you wouldn’t pull off either.
With a final deep thrust and a gutteral groan that sounded like "Fanculo...", he came hard into your waiting throat.
His hot seed filled your mouth completely, coating your tongue and teeth as he held your head down gently but firmly.
"Swallow every fucking drop," he panted, still thrusting slowly as he coated your throat with his warm, salty release.
He watched your innocent looking eyes water slightly, taking him so perfectly deep. A smirk spread across his face as you obediently swallowed around his sensitive head.
Once you had swallowed every last drop, he gently pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. His cock was still semi-hard and glistening with your saliva. He reached down and lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. “Brava ragazza,"
You blushed deeply at the praise, your chest heaving slightly as you caught your breath.
When you licked your lips slowly, you could taste the last remnants of his cum on them. Looking up at him through your lashes, you smiled shyly and rested your head on his thigh, nuzzling into his touch like a contented cat.
He ran his fingers through your hair gently, watching the sunset reflect off the ocean waves.
The beach was deserted now, the last few tourists having left hours ago.
Kimi felt incredibly relaxed, his body humming with satisfaction from the intense evening he'd just had with you. "Stay here,"
He gathered up the towels and laid them down on the warm sand, creating a makeshift bed under the fading Sicilian sun.
The sky was a mix of burnt orange and soft pink, casting a warm glow over everything.
He pulled you down next to him, your head on his chest as the waves crashed gently nearby.
“This is what you wanted, no? The view."
"It's beautiful," you whispered, snuggling closer to him as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.
The setting sun cast long shadows across the beach, the warm orange light making everything seem almost surreal.
Kimi smiled softly, his fingers playing with your hair as he watched the sunset. His other hand gently squeezed your hip possessively.
Suddenly, an idea struck him and a mischievous grin spread across his face. "You know what would make this view even more perfect?"
You tilted your head up at him curiously, eyes reflecting the golden light of the sunset.
"What?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips—slow and tender, completely different from the rough, needy kisses before.
He pulled back slightly, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.
"You. Nuda. Against this view," he murmured in Italian, his eyes darkening with desire again.
You blushed deeply at his words, understanding his meaning perfectly despite the language barrier.
Without breaking eye contact, you slowly stood up and removed the towel hiding your body, letting it fall to the sand.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her breasts bouncing slightly in the cool evening air.
Kimi sat up, his elbows dug into the sand as he watched hungrily while you also let the towel drop lower.
The soft fabric slid down your smooth thighs, revealing your completely bare pussy to him. You was flawless, like a damn angel against the Sicilian sunset.
Yes, he may have made love you to and seen you like this already, but he was obsessed. It looked brand new to him every single time.
Hours later, the beach was dark and the stars shone brightly above you both. You and Kimi lay tangled together under the towels, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he murmured soft Italian words against your hair.
You didn't understand all of them, but you knew they were sweet and loving.
Your heart swelled with emotion at his whispered confession. You looked up at him, your eyes shining in the starlight as you cupped his cheek gently.
"Ti amo anch'io," you tried to reply with what you knew softly, your voice filled with sincerity and love.
Kimi pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed as the waves lapped in the background. A soft smile played on his lips.
As you tucked your head into his chest, you listened to his steady heartbeat as a content sigh escaped your lips.
The cool night air wrapped around both of you like a blanket.
