Anthony Ramos x Reader

Fourteen

(a/n like I said before, I was rereading this so I could update it, and there are quite a few things that are not right with it. I could leave it as it is and forget it ever happened, I could go back and edit exactly what's wrong with it, or I could completely rewrite it. Idk, what do you guys think?
Thanks for all the support btw, I truly do appreciate it. -ash))

Two years later

I scrambled off of the plane as quickly as possible, being overly annoyed with the amount of pushing and shoving as eager people flooded into the airport. I finally made it into the lobby, immediately dropping my suitcase onto the marbled floor. I sighed and sank down into the bench. I pulled out my phone, checking the time and turning my phone off of airplane mode, immediately my phone exploded with notifications.

7:34 pm

Shit shit shit.
I raced as fast as I could out of the airport, pushing my way past crowds of frustrated people into the busy streets of California, the setting sun catching my eyes through the rows of buildings.

Two years earlier

I sat on the blue sheets of Anthony's bed- the bed where I had slept and cried and ate and watched movies, and spent every possible minute with Anthony for the last year- my packed suit case at the foot of the bed.
"I still can't believe this," Anthony said from the bathroom. He spit the toothpaste out and washed it down the drain. "Not that you are leaving, that sucks and all man. But, like, you really got into your dream school." I couldn't bring myself to raise my head and look him in the eye. I knew I'd start bawling. He walked out and sat himself down on the bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and kissing my cheek. "I'm so proud of you baby"

((a/n, as requested, there will be ACTUAL 18+ content very shortly ahead. It only took me 10 chapters to finally write it.

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I finally turned around, swallowing the rising lump in my throat. My eyes became hot and foggy as I tried to blink back tears. Anthony's beaming smile dropped as he pulled me close, my tears spilling onto his bare shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his back as I silently cried in the dark room.

"It's alright," he whispered delicately, running his fingertips down the fabric of my shirt. "I know I know, it's going to be hard, but think of what we have gone through to get here. Nothing can stop us now. I'll come to New York in between show days, we can get you tickets to come see a show, it's going to be okay." His voice was gentle and slow and he kept his hand on my back as I pulled away and wiped my tears away.
"Okay?" He asked as we both stood up off the bed. I nodded and smiled to show that I was okay now.
He smiled back and motioned up towards him as slow music started to play, just loud enough to fill his bedroom. He pulled me close to him, his arms wrapped around my waist as we swayed back and forth through the apartment.

I leaned forward and gently kissed his neck as his fingertips ran gently down the length of my spine. I looked up at him, catching his passionate gaze and looking deeply into his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling my body as close to his as possible. Without flinching, his fingers traced the top of my jeans, his eyes not moving from mine. I leaned in and placed my lips against his as I simultaneously ran the front of my fingers along the front of his sweatpants, blindly untying the string in the front. The grey sweatpants dropped halfway down his legs, stopping against my thighs as he pulled my body closer to his. I felt my face heat up as my lips pressed gently against his collar, his hand traveling up my back.

"y/n?" He asked gently, looking deeply into my eyes.
"Anthony?" i asked, watching his eyes fill with gentle compassion.
Without another word, his finger traveled to my hips, gripping the fabric of my shirt with both of his hands. He pulled the shirt up and over my head with barely any hesitation. My hands glided up his hips and grabbed his waist, my eyes mindlessly traveling across his dark, freckled skin. Before I could make any other movement, I was off the ground. The feeling of Anthony's warm hands run down my bare back sent chills through my spine as he held my legs against his chest. I wrapped them around his back as his lips pressed against my jaw gently, leaving soft kisses all the way down my chest.
His fingers ran all the way up my back and into my hair as Anthony laid me down on top of the bed sheet, continuing to kiss my neck as he put his knee beside me for support. I softly pushed the palm of my hand against is stomach, feeling feeling his muscles jump from my touch. He pulled away from the kiss, only to lean in and place a kiss on my lips, simultaneously kicking his sweatpants off of his feet. My fingertips slid across the muscles on his stomach until I reached the waistband of his boxers. I pulled my arm back and rested my fingers on the metal button of my jeans. Anthony's hand sped across my skin until I felt my legs being pushed apart, and before I could react Anthony pushed his hips forward.
I popped the button on my jeans and slid them off my thighs. I felt Anthony's lips turn into a smirk as he helped me pull them the rest of the way off.
His fingers slid down my thigh as his hips began to grind against me. I felt my nails sink into his back as I bit my lip. His kiss traveled down my chest and stomach until he was on his knees at the end of the bed where my legs hung off. He kissed about the waistband of my underwear before biting it with his teeth and sliding them down my legs.
"Anthony," I whispered lightly as I rested my head flat against the bed. He pushed my legs apart and kissed down the center of my stomach.