Anthony Trujillo Imagines

In love *fluff* {Anthony Trujillo}

five imagines in a day. gonna be hard breaking this streak. over 1000. here's sum fluffyness

Maybe it was the way he pulled you back into bed, or maybe it was the way he smiled, nevertheless, Anthony had found a way to get you to skip making videos for a day and sit in bed with him.

Soft and warm— Your hands were soft and warm on his face. On his chest, under the covers, under the table in the dining hall. All while the light was streaming. The morning time was Anthony's favorite part of the day. Calm and bright.

Since Anthony was one of the Ohio three, Jake basically let him do whatever he wanted. And since he wanted to do you, during times he should be working, Jake didn't have a problem with it. And since you were dating the best of the Ohio three Jake let you do many things you would not be allowed to.

Your fingertips were like matches, grazing the lace of his skin with a flame. You both sat facing each other. Your legs hung over the sides of his body, as his legs laid under yours uncasing you into his body.

"How did you convince me to do this?" You laughed quietly into his ear. "I should be in Chance's video." Your warm breath tickled his eardrum, but he liked the sensation. Anthony's lips crept into a grin. He kissed the top of your forehead.

"When you have a boyfriend with this much charm, it's hard to resist." and you could not disagree he was very charming. But of everything you guys ever did, it was looking into his eyes that you loved most. That's all you'd ever needed to connect, only the eyes, and with no words, your love would be the same.

He loved to touch you too— not in a sexual way. Never anywhere that wasn't your face, your hands, or your hair that fell in tousled locks.

On the side of you on his bed was a tray, it held pastries and tea, anything you wanted Anthony would get for you all you had to do was ask. His hands ran through your hair and down towards the crook of your nose and over your lips. He admired you like any boy would.

"You know you have a scar right here," You observed. "Right above your neck and under your chin; unnoticeable." You lifted his jaw and looked at it. "Very faint." He chuckled at your observation.

"I wonder who gave me that?" He replied playfully.

"If you're saying it's me, I certainly don't remember any such thing."

"Than let me show, maybe then you might remember." And so he leaned into your neck and began kissing your shoulder, leaving trails of hot kisses and cold shadows where his mouth once was. It traveled to your collarbones, biting and sucking on the areas Anthony thought was fit. Then, he traveled up to your neck, and even higher, just below your chin have you felt a little sting.

"Anthony," you hummed at him, as you both let laughter flow out of your throats. He smiled and recovered his breath.

"Do you remember now?" He asked you with a smile.

"No, but if you would like to try again I would be up for it." he laughed at your attempt.

"I would rather not, but we can do other things," He simpered as he traced invisible tattoos onto your neck.

"The skin underneath your eyes get really red, it's cute, even though you look high." He rolled his eyes and ran his hands up your bare thighs.

"Anything else that you want to make known about my appearance?" You nodded vigorously.

"You should not keep your hair all up in that hairstyle you always do, it looks better all messy—sexy even." But Anthony wasn't listening, instead, he was counting how many freckles you had on your arm. You smiled at him and began counting the freckles on his arm. And once you got to his last tiny freckle, he spoke.

"You know you have 15 freckles on your arm," He mocked you.

"You have 23, Anthony," You smiled beamed back at him. "And it seems that I can count faster than you if I started later and finished the same time." Anthony let out an exasperated yell.

"Logic is stupid, Y/n, how about we don't use it? It's always more exciting." You smiled at him and chuckled.

"Fine. You want to see me use no logic or common sense?" He nodded and kissed your lips. "Okay well..." You thought for a moment. What was something Anthony would shudder at the thought at? " A new sex position." He smirked slightly.

"I like that." He said, but you nearly cut his tongue with how fast you replied after.

"The hot tub." He laughed in disbelief.

"Y/N? In the hot tub? You can't be serious, my dick will over heat," he laughed at you, leaning in a kissing the top of your forehead.

"Anthony, I think you could figure it out," You smirked at him

He kissed you and the world fell away. Like the outside world was slowly melting away like snow and all was left was you and Anthony. His kiss was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. Of course, Anthony could always blow you away with his gentle voice. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled. Your fingers knotted in his hair your other hand pushed his back closer to you. As if there was any more room to close— there wasn't. You lost your breath fast, it took a lot from you to kiss him like you had.

You smiled knowing well that he was about to seduce you. His touch grew softer and more delicate and when he spoke now the lilt in his voice showed.

"The hot tub huh?" he smirked. Soon he was completely on top of you pressing his lips to yours. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff." He gripped your thigh hard and smirked. "I could be doing my video work Y/N, but instead I'm doing you."

Somehow you couldn't believe that you got yourself. Having sex in a hot tub was never something you would come up with, it was a mere joke that Anthony took seriously, and you really couldn't complain if it was going to happen.