Spain x Reader: Beach Parties

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

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The deep beat of the music pulsed through the sand and up your body; the rhythm seemed to resonate in your very core, blasting life and energy into the otherwise peaceful night. You looked out towards the calm ocean, the wind tousled your hair and the salty scent washed over you. It was a warm night, so the breeze was welcome.
The large group ahead of you seemed like a mass of thriving bodies, all twisting around one another as the music played. Within seconds you were consumed by the crowd. Finding yourself in the midst of fevered dancing strangers on a moonlit night was a new experience, but the chaotic mood was intoxicating and you soon discovered that navigating through the crowd was easier when you moved with the people rather than attempting to push through them. Ducking beneath wild arms, and skirting around swaying hips, you managed to stumble into the very reason for your being at the beach party in the first place.

“Chica! You made it!” You could barely hear him over the music, but his beaming face was enough of a welcome. You allowed yourself a moment to appreciate his bare chest as he, like many of the guys surrounding you, wore only his swimming trunks. You yourself had only bothered to pull a pair of denim shorts on over your bikini for the sake of pockets.
“I’m glad I finally found you, I didn’t know there would be this many people!” He looked at you in confusion clearly unable to hear you. Rolling your eyes, you pulled yourself closer to the Spanish man so that your lips were right beside his ear, and repeated the sentence. Even after you pulled away, it was too dark to notice your friend’s slight blush, but despite the colour in his cheeks Antonio just continued to grin, and mouthed the words: I know right?
Gently, he grabbed your wrist and began to sway. His subtle attempts at convincing you to dance were less than impressive. You just shook your head with a smile – he knew that you didn’t dance. Catching your expression, he smirked.
“If you’re not in the mood I could always give you a hand.” What you originally intended to be a skeptically raised eyebrow quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter as Antonio winked at you and graced you with what he had dubbed ‘the sexy spanish pout’.
“Honestly Toni, you’re not actually telling me that you use that to hook up with girls.”
“What can I say? Las señoritas love it.” He winked again before returning to the original topic. “But have you seriously not danced yet, chica?”
“You know I can’t dance.”
“I know you won’t give it a try.” You groaned at his persistence.
“Toni, I’ve seen you dance, you’re amazing. I am significantly less amazing. In other words, I have no idea what to do and I just stand there awkwardly.”
“Then I’ll just have to help you.”
“No.” You shook your head stubbornly. “I’m sorry but the only reason I’m here is because you said you wanted to come, and somebody has to drive your drunken arse home at the end of the night.”
“Por favor cariño~” You frowned at the pet name.
“Sweet words aren’t going to work this time Toni. I’m not dancing.” Ignoring your words, the Spaniard began to trace circles on your hips and you glared up at him, trying not to squirm under his touch. His jade eyes bore into yours, but when you yet again refused his pleas he sighed and relented his assault, instead replacing it with a series of complicated footsteps. Encasing your hand in one of his own, he dragged you along with him as he glided across the sand with graceful movements. Lifting your hand above your head, Antonio spun you and then pulled you against his chest; one hand landed on the small of your back to hold you against him as his body began to follow the rhythm of the music again. Beginning to get the hang of it, you laughed and let your feet be carried by the sound, submitting yourself to the melody completely. In one swift movement Antonio swept you off the ground and lifted you up as he span. A half-scream escaped your lips and your legs automatically wrapped around his waist for support while you grasped desperately at his bare shoulders. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for the spinning to stop, however when you opened them again you noticed that your companion had danced his way out of the crowd and was now knee-deep in water.

“¿Estás bien chica?” He stifled a laugh at your expression.
“I swear to god Toni, you drop me and I’ll kill you.” He hummed in amusement, almost as if he were contemplating whether or not to abandon you to the saltwater’s mercy. The Spaniard decided to tease you, loosening his grip for a second and causing you to curse.
“That kind of language doesn’t suit a hermosa chica like yourself, Lovi has contaminated you.” He shook his head in mock disapproval but brought you to sit lower on his waist. Wrapping your legs more firmly around him, you relaxed your iron grip on his shoulders. Now feeling more secure, you stuck your tongue out at your friend.
“Bad habits need to be punished chica. No quería tener que hacer esto pero…” You noted the dangerous glint in his eyes a second too late. Dipping his head towards your exposed stomach, Antonio licked the supple skin roughly causing you to cry out in surprise. Of course, due to the overwhelming volume of the speakers, nobody but your assailant heard you. Pleased with your reaction, he continued to attack the tender skin with his mouth; kissing, licking, and even biting you, your squeals music to his ears. Once he managed to find an extremely sensitive spot, the ferocity of his attacks increased and, unable to escape from his grasp, you could only shriek with laughter.
“O-oh god! Seriously Toniiii! I c-can’t!” Without warning, the teasing bites paused only so that Antonio could blow one very drawn out raspberry on the abused skin. Jolting backwards, you let out a yelp of surprise. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting the sudden action, and the pair of you fell backwards into the waves.

You were only submerged for a second, but the impact caused you to gasp in surprise. Strong arms pulled you up out of the water and into Antonio’s toned chest. He rubbed your back soothingly as you choked and tried to breathe once more; when your coughing fit had died down, you pulled back from your Spanish friend and looked into his concerned face.
“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, you are the biggest idiot alive.” He grinned at you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. After only a moment’s silence for the regret of becoming soaked, the two of you began to laugh again. You sat in the sea, waist deep in water as the current caused the pair of you to saw back and forth slightly. You noticed the green eyes of your companion soften as he looked at you.
“Are you sure you’re okay __________?”
“Toni, it’s saltwater. I’m fine, seriously.” You began to get up with the intention of returning to the beach, only for your plan to be foiled by the Spanish man pulling you back down into his arms. You groaned as you were drenched with a fresh wave of water. “Really? Was that really necessary?”
“Of course, your punishment is still unfinished.” With that he tilted your chin back and captured a stray bead of water with his lips as it slid down your neck. His unoccupied hand slipped down the hot skin of your back, lingering momentarily on the strap of your bikini top before finding its way to the back pocket of your shorts. You looked at him disbelievingly.
“Now I know why you’re friends with Gilbert and Francis.”
“Forgive me chica, but you look too good tonight. Even my ripest tomatoes pale in comparison.” You flushed, struggling for words, and Antonio took the opportunity to meet your lips with his.
Disbelief dulled your senses and you took a moment to respond; a disheartened Antonio began to pull away only to be kissed roughly as your fingers found themselves entwined in wavy chestnut locks. Your heart raced as he moved his lips hungrily against yours and pushed his hands deeper into your pockets. You nipped his bottom lip and pulled back far enough to meet his gaze with a warning glare. He chuckled, but moved his hands to sit on your waist anyway. Planting a gentle kiss on your nose, Antonio embraced you tenderly.
“Te amo muchísimo.” You laughed quietly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck; before you could return the sentiment, a large wave washed over you, rolling you over in the shallow waters. You lay next to one another in the surf, momentarily disoriented. Being the first to recover, you rolled on top of the Spaniard and rested your chin on his chest. You smiled at the way he seemed to have acquired a soft glow in the moonlight.
“I love you too.”