Anthony Ramos x Reader

The Party

(Note: As you have requested, parts of this will be 18+, but I'm not sure how long it will last)

I was in the bathroom with Pippa putting on makeup by the time everyone arrived. She put in foundation, eyeliner, mascara, etc for me. I almost looked different, a lot more gentle. Since I was little, I was always told I had a strong structure but such a sweet face. I smiled.

"Hey Pippa!" Lin called, setting his keys down on his counter and putting his stuff down.

She immediately closed the door. "BATHROOM!" She called.

I giggled as she applied a bit of gloss to my lips.

"Hey Pippa! Where is y/n?" Anthony suddenly knocked at the door.

"We are in here Anthony. We'll be out soon."

Once we opened to door, and say down together on the floor. Music was playing, food was out, and everyone was talking and having a good time. Expect Anthony. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, but Jasmine was sitting in the couch. She spotted me and waved, motioning me to come to her. I shrugged and got up, but all she did was whisper "I'm sorry" and point in the direction of a long hallway.

"What?" I asked quietly. She smiled and said "The last bedroom on the left."

I was still confused, but interested so I walked in. I figuredit would be like this, Anthony sitting on the bed facing the door. He smiled and patted the bed next to him. Instead of sitting I closed the door and looked at it, almost as if I were looking past it and out at the people in the living room. They were now talking happily, and louder then before. The music played through the walls and I could hear Lin and Daveed rapping along to whatever song was playing. No one payed any attention I was gone.

"I bet your wondering why I was with Jasmine earlier." Anthony said, causing me to break my chain of thought and look over at him. Now he was walking towards me.

"Yeah...yeah a little bit." I said, hitting my back again the wall lightly.

"She was flirting with me and I was trying to lay her down e-"

My heart skipped a beat. "You were trying to lay her down?"

"That's not what I meant." Anthony hesitated. "I'm trying to lay anyone down. Wel-"

"-yeah. Because your not interested in anyone, right?"

Anthony grabbed my hand. "Please, just listen for a minute."

I pulled my hand back, but listened.

"She was flirting with me so I told her to take a walk and chat with me, and doing so I told her that I was in love with someone else. But she just wanted to feel loved and wanted for one last moment, so I gave her a hug and held her hand till we got back to keep her from having a breakdown. Understand?"

After a moment of silence, I walked away from him and said "Good story."

"It's not a story." He said, getting slightly pissed off.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Mr.Ramos." I said, almost mocking his fame.

I walked back to the door and turned the knob, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me backward. I faced him, he had a look of fury, but almost passion in his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" I spat, angrily.

"I want you." He said, bringing his breath almost to a pant.

For a moment I seemed to be locked in place. I couldn't move. The world stopped spinning. Untill it happened.

Anthony lunged toward me and picked me up, immediately locking me in a kiss. My vision came to a slow black as I felt my eyes close. The room seemed to move forward and in a flash I was back against the wall, Anthony holding me.

I gulped and every part of.my body turned warm. I think I knew where this was going, though I didn't know how to feel about it.

Before long, Anthony's gentle lips moved off of mine and slowly down my jawline to the start of my neck, making me quiver. One of his hands slid up my back and into my hair, the other still holding me up, though by now my legs were wrapped around his waist. I put one of my hands in his hair, the other on his shoulder.

He slowly moved his mouth down my neck, leaving small marks as he went. I contained any noise best I could, but I think he could tell that, because whatever he did that would make me contain a noise, he did again, harder. For example, his lips reached down my collarbone and he bit there, very lightly. My face turned red and I swallowed a squeak rising in my throat. He could tell, because he did it again, but much harder. Instead of making noises, I breathed heavily and pulled his hair a little.

I put my ear on the wall. I could still hear people talking, though it was much quieter then it was. I reached for my phone and started to play upbeat music, to drown out any noises either one of us could have made.

Anthony must have thought that was my way of telling him to go, because he moved back up my neck, leaving much bigger marks. He ran his tongue alone my jawline, making me breathe heavier. He skipped the moving down again, and instead bit the front neck part of my hoodie. I slipped it off after he pulled his head away and tossed it on the bed.  He then began to kiss my chest, that saying I don't wear shirts under my hoodies.

For once, oddly, during this whole experience,  I didnt feel uncomfortable.  This felt right. It felt like something pulled straight out of a dream and pushed into reality.  But I like it.

Anthonys hand slid back down my back, only slightly, stopping right above my bra. His other hand reached around and fiddled with the clasp. Just as he managed to get a hold of it, a loud knocking filled the entire room. We both stopped and went silent as Daveeds strong voice emerged through the wood.