reckless // anthony ramos x reader
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, drugs, mention of drugs, drinking, cussing, i think that’s it.
word count: 3,178
a/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SO LONG. this is my first smut so it might be a it rocky but i’ve been editing and improving it a lot (that probably why i this has taken so long to come out) so, but i’m actually kinda proud. i want to make a second part and i have the it all planned out but i don’t know still. anyways, enjoy!
You had been dreaming.
You were dreaming of pursuing so many things in life: travel the world, capture each moment with your old antique camera, paint to your heart’s content, go to Julliard, and be featured on Broadway, finding love to live out the rest of your days with.
You were so intrigued by the world, it’s beauty specifically. You often spent days painting the outside world and the people that inhabited it. Or you would go out to parks and take pictures of the birds that didn’t fly away, but tilted their head when they saw your inch closer to them.
You were set on making it to Julliard college, and your grades supported the notion. You had done exceedingly well in your studies and impressed the entire school every time you sang and acted as the lead role in the musical productions your high school, New Utrecht High School, put on.
And Anthony Ramos, your best friend, was with you every step of the way. Meeting in sixth grade, you and Anthony had formed a friendship that no other could compare to. You two were the perfect pair, managing through life together.
Your boots clicked on the linoleum tile floor of the high school, as you approached your locker. You admired the Thrasher sticker Anthony had slapped onto the locker months ago as a joke that ended up aggravating you even more than one of the teachers.
Setting in the locker combination, you quickly opened your locker, switching out your books with the ones you needed for your next class. You hummed a tune from one of the productions you starred in last year as you looked at yourself in the little hand-held mirror you always kept inside your locker.
“Sup, (Y/n)!” Anthony practically screamed in your ear, making you yelp in surprise. You hadn’t noticed that he crept up on you. He laughed at your reaction as you put your hand on your chest, feeling your heart race.
“Really, Ant?” You glared at him. You slammed the locker door shut and swung your backpack over your shoulder, almost hitting Anthony in the process. He managed to step aside before the backpack could make contact with him.
“You gotta admit, I got you good,” He pointed out. You weren’t the one to scare easily. It had taken a while for Anthony to finally scare you when you admitted to him that you weren’t easily startled. He had gotten you a couple times before, but it was very rare.
“You screamed in my ear, Anthony,” You said, rubbing my broken eardrum. You started moving down the hallway, Anthony running to catch up with you.
“Wait up, I wanna ask you somethin’” You stopped, sighing loudly. He stopped in front of you.
“Hey, so, you would be down for going to a small party at Marks tonight?” He asked. You hesitated for a moment, considering the offer, but chose to turn it down instead.
“No way, it’s going to one of his famous ‘fraternize and fuck’ parties. And his parts are the opposite of small,” You scowled. Anthony let out a slight chuckle at the familiar name you had invented for Mark’s famous parties.
“C’mon, please? You need to loosen up a bit and have fun!” He exaggerated.
“The last time I ‘had fun’ and ‘loosened up’ was two months ago and we ended up in getting busted by the teacher for smoking behind the gym.” (a/n: ay, don’t smoke kids)
“We were curious!” He defended, putting his hands up. You rolled your eyes and tried to walk past him, but he got in front of you again.
“Please? It’ll be fun!” He gave you his best puppy dog eyes, which really did no justice, but you gave in anyways.
“Fine,” You sighed.
“Yes!” He cheered, throwing his fists into the air. “Meet at Mark’s house at nine.” A smile began to creep up on your face seeing him revel in his achievement.
The bell rang, announcing that it was five minutes before class began. Anthony began to walk away, leaving you in the hallway. He turned around suddenly and pointed towards you, now walking backward, a wide grin on his face. He turned back around so he didn’t trip. You shook your head, wondering how you ended up with a friend like Anthony.
The strong smell of alcohol and weed infiltrated your nose as you opened the door to Mark’s parent-less house. You had managed to convince your parents to let you go, telling them that Anthony, the person they trusted more than you, would be there. It was only then when you were allowed to go.
Your nose scrunched up as you walked further into the house. You were definitely getting high tonight, even if you didn’t smoke the weed that you knew was available. The house was already crowded, people dancing and bumping into you as the music blasted.
For a second you stood on your tippy-toes, searching for Anthony. You hadn’t known if he had gotten here early or if he was still on his way. As you went back down on your feet, you felt a finger prod your back, making you yelp again and your back arch. You spun around and saw Anthony smiling wide.
“Wow, twice in one day!” Anthony screamed over the music, his voice almost nearly audible. You put your hands on your hips and glared at him, making him laugh.
He held two red solo cups, one in each hand, while he looked over your frame. You had worn a simple dress, nothing too provocative. But damn did it look good on you.
You noticed his gaze and snickered, breaking it when you grabbed one of the cups from his hands. He shook his head and looked you in the eye, a smirk on your face. His face turned a deep crimson color, realizing that he was caught.
You both weaved through the crowd, finally making it to a little spot underneath the stairs.
“I feel like Harry Potter right now,” you said. You took a sip of your drink. Your eyes squeezed shut and you shook your head as the familiar taste of tequila slid down your throat. Anthony laughed, agreeing with you.
You both began to talk aimlessly, covering all kinds of topics. These were the times you enjoyed the most: You and Anthony reveling in each others company while not giving a care in the world. All in all, you basically enjoyed being high and drunk with your best friend. In the middle of your conversation, someone offered you a blunt to which you and Anthony both took a few hits. The high starts kicking in about half an hour later, and you both felt your mind daze in and out. You didn’t drink that much, only a few cups. You weren’t a lightweight compared to Anthony, who was. After only three cups, he was a completely different person.
You were having the best time of your life as the night went on. You got up and danced at one point, dragging him along with you. At this point, you were both equally drunk and very high, not even managing to think correctly. You swayed your hips to the music, looking at Anthony, who was mesmerized by your movements. If you were sober, you wouldn’t have even thought of dancing let alone dance so explicitly.
He walked up to you, meeting you close up. He had a nervous look on his face, making you stop for a moment. You looked at him and tilted your head, confused for a second. You got even closer to him, resting your arms on his shoulders. He could feel your hot breath on his face as he looked down. You looked down also, resting your forehead against his for a moment. You both then looked up at each other, thinking the exact same thing. In one motion, you and Anthony both leaned in, connecting your lips.
The air was different in that moment. It felt like time had stopped like the earth had stopped moving. It was only you and Anthony at that moment, together, moving your lips in sync. You moved your hands to cup his neck, your fingers finding its way through his beautiful curly hair. As the world became audible again, you could hear the whoops and hollers from around you. You both had become the center of attention as everyone saw the two best friends finally kiss for the first time.
You both separated the kiss, gasping for air. It felt like a dream to you and Anthony, not believing what just happened, but glad that it did. You had a smirk on your face, turning around and leading him off into a different part of the house.
As soon as you shut the door to the pool house, he spun around and pinned you against the wall, kissing you deeply. You balled up a fistful of his shirt as you pushed back desperately. He tasted like the alcohol you had consumed earlier. He kissed you deeply as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He moved to your neck and peppered deep kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, making you gasp. His hands felt up and down your sides, grinding his hips against you. A small moaned escaped your lips as you felt his hardness rubbing against the wetness that was forming in your underwear.
You hitched a leg up and around, wrapping around his upper thigh, which gave him easier access. He moved a hand from your side to your thigh, rubbing circles on your exposed skin. His hands slowly moved up your thigh, pushing up the material of your dress, and revealing the hem of your panties. So many things were happening at once, and your brain was buzzing with excitement. You began to moan softly at the sensation. There were so many feelings that were shooting through your body. The feeling of his lips leaving marks on your neck and chest. The feeling of his fingers rubbing up and down your leg, closer and closer-
Anthony stepped away so abruptly it almost made you fall over. You gave him a confused look before he began to walk over to the couch, and you quickly followed. He sat down on the large sofa. You moved over him, straddling. In that moment, he looked up and you thoughtfully, asking for permission with his eyes. You nodded slightly and confirmed the answer by cupping his face and kissing him. You felt him smirk against your lips as his hands flew to your waist. You kissed him again quickly before attaching your lips to his neck. Your fingers went to the collar of his shirt and worked skillfully to start undoing the buttons.
You worked quickly to undo every button on his shirt. You pulled it open and stared down at his bare, freckled chest. You felt his hardness growing in between your legs. Instead of kissing his neck again, your lips traveled to his collarbone, to his chest, slowly down to his stomach.
“(Y/n),” He breathed as you kissed just right above the edge of his pants. Your fingers moved to unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear quickly to reveal his large cock. You found yourself staring at it for a moment, adoring his size. You took it in your hand and placed a kiss on the tip. He let out a shuddering breath.
You moved your mouth to the base of his length and slowly licked up to the tip. Once you got to the tip, you took the entire head into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.
“Fuck, (Y/n),” Anthony said. He began to ball up his fists at the sight of your mouth around him. He had wanted this for so long, and it was finally happening. You began to go lower before he stopped you.
“You don’t have to push yourself,” he managed to say in between breaths. You removed your mouth rubbed your hand up and down his length to replace the friction that was lost. You looked up at him and smirked.
“I don’t have a gag reflex,” You simply stated before once again attaching your mouth to the tip of his cock.
You sunk lower down on his cock, reaching the base. You didn’t gag, thanks to you not having a gag reflex. Anthony moaned each time his cock rubbed harshly against the back your mouth. You heard him mumble incoherent words as his body shuddered, signaling how much he was enjoying this. You soon felt your mouth fill the taste of precum and his hand on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He began to move your head down on his forcefully. You moaned against him, the vibrations sending him even closer to the edge.
You knew he was close when his cock began to twitch, and his eyes were shut tightly. He bit his lip and threw his head back as he reached his climax. But before he could, you removed your mouth, making a loud popping sound. His eyes opened at the loss of friction. You stood up in front of him and reached back to undo the zipper of your dress.
You slowly stepped out of your dress and Anthony’s eyes raked over your body. While remaining eye contact with him, you then reached back again to unclasp your bra. The bra fell to the floor and Anthony’s eyes went wide. He had never seen anything so perfect before. You removed the rest of undergarments and stood there, completely naked in front of your best friend slash crush. You suddenly felt nervous in front of him, sobering up a little bit. He leaned forward and reached a gentle hand out to you.
“Don’t be self-conscience,” he said as you took his hand, leading you to him. You straddled him again, heat against heat.
“You’re beautiful,” He whispered as he grabbed your hips. He leaned forward and brought his lips to yours. You slowly began to move your hips, your throbbing slit rubbing up and down against his cock. You both moaned into each others mouth. You felt his hand trail down to your thigh before slipping between your legs. You rested your head on his shoulder, panting heavily. His fingers pressed between your folds before bringing them back up to rub circles on your clit. You lurched forward at the sudden sensation and moaned loudly, which seemed to encourage Anthony. He rubbed faster, the pressure growing instantly. He then inserted his fingers into your entrance, pumping in and out of you. You gasped as he curled his fingers inside you, stretching you out. Your fingernails dug into the back of his shoulder as you felt a familiar tightness growing in the pit of your stomach.
“Anthony…” You breathed softly.
“Say my name,” He whispered.
“Anthony,” You moaned louder. You kept repeating his name over and over again, moaning louder and louder each time. He put his thumb on your clit and began rubbing again. He continued, faster and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of his fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit sent you sent you falling over the edge, moaning as you came, come covering Anthony’s fingers. He gently rubbed your clit as you rode out your climax.
You breathed heavily against his shoulder. He pulled out his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking your juices.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he said. You smirked as you began to move your hips against his cock again, missing the friction. You stopped for a moment and reached your hand down to grab his cock, grabbing it and putting the tip into your entrance. You moved your hand to his neck again and sank down. Both of you moaned as his length filled you immediately, tears pricking your eyes as you reached the base. You were unmoving for a moment, his cock inside of you, as you adjusted to his large size.
Then you began to move, moaning. Anthony grabbed your hips again and brought you up and down on him.
“Fuck, Anthony, touch me,” you said in between breaths. His hands flew up to breasts and started to knead them with his palm. You moved your head to rest on his shoulders again.
“An-Anthony?” You asked, stopping your movements. Anthony immediately stopped also, thinking that he had done something wrong.
“What is it? What’s wrong”
“How will we get home tonight?” Anthony’s worried face faltered into a smile. He began to thrust into you again, much slower than before.
“We’ll figure it out,” He said, continuing his actions. You leaned down to kiss him again, tasting the traces of your heat that was left on his tongue.
He kept the pace slow and sensual and you both built up your climaxes. You reveled in the feeling of him filling you, moaning loudly with each deep thrust. Anthony loved the sounds you made, loved making you feel this way.
Using his strength, he flipped you over and began to quicken his pace, feeling himself grow nearer to his climax. You lolled your head back and moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he began to pound into you. His hot breath on your neck and his grunts made it clear that he was close, and to be fair, you were extremely close as well.
With a final moan, you came, making your vision blurry and spotted. Anthony continued, spurring on faster. You felt him twitch inside of you. With a final deep thrust, he came inside you, his come pouring into your walls and filling you. He slowed his pace, riding out both of your highs.
He sat up, removing himself from you. You squirmed, now feeling the cold air. You both took deep breaths. You lifted yourself off the couch, reaching for your discarded clothing. While you got dressed, you stole small glances at Anthony, getting a last look at his bare frame. Feeling a bit nauseous from your alcohol consumption, you ran to the bathroom of the pool house, emptying the contents of your stomach into the bowl.
It only took about two minutes until a now sobered-up Anthony came in to check on you. You still hunched over the toilet, making sure you had thrown-up everything. That’s when you realized what you had just done. You just had sex with your best friend. What did it mean? Does he love you? Do you love him? Was it just the spur of the moment? You didn’t know. What happens now? Your whole friendship could be ruined all because you came to this party.
Anthony ran his hand through his short curls, wondering if this entire night happened or not. You wondered as well.
However, there was one thing you knew quite definitely...
You had been reckless.
