You're gonna need this; TheOfficialHolyWater
William
For the next few weeks, I've been focusing on bringing my weight back down since my weight gain is noticeable.
Anthony and I have been together for a little over a month, so that was a good thing. He's still acting distant and odd, jerkish sometimes as well, but he's probably just going through something he doesn't want to talk about.
I feel like I've been pushing everyone away though, recently. I haven't talked to Nicholas since he came over, I haven't spent much time with any of my sisters, especially not my older two because of what they said to my parents. I've been ignoring my friends, avoiding the lunch table with them.
Everything is just shifting out of place.
My mental health and self esteem has drastically plummeted over the past weeks, and I don't what the hell to do about it..
Almost every night, I've cut, thought about cutting, or thought about ending it all. I'd never kill myself because of all the people that care about me, but it's coming to the point where even the thought of my family doesnt stop me from considering it more than once.
It was a Friday night and I was home alone while everyone's else had plans. Gabby had a college party, Lucille was working and then is going to her botfriends house, the twins are attending another sleepover, and my parents decided to have a weekend get away.
I was alone with my thoughts, and I know I will be for a while.
All evening, I've been thinking of just calling Anthony and asking him to come over. I haven't talked to him much this week and I do miss him.
Alone time with him would be nice too.
I finally decided to text him, asking him to come over since I was home alone. It took him a while to reply, but he agreed.
"You're here." I smile, standing on my tip toes so I could wrap my arms around his neck. Anthony's face brightens as he kissed the corner of my lips. "Follow me."
I gave his lips a quick peck before I pull him up the stairs, eager to have him in my room, alone.
Once we were in my room, his lips sealed with mine instantly. I hungrily kiss him back, pulling his face closer to mine.
My back pressed against the wall as our lips attacked each other's, panting between kisses.
"Damn, I missed you." Anthony spoke as he gripped onto my waist, sliding me up the wall. I yelp at the movement, trusting him to hold me in place. His arms guided my legs to wrap around his waist. I relaxed in the new position, connecting our lips again.
Anthony stepped away from the wall, holding me firmly in his strong, warm arms. My legs squeezed around him, scared that I would fall if I didn't squeeze.
He stumbles as he walked over to my bed, slamming me down into it. Anthony's lips left mine for a minute, pulling his shirt over his head.
My hands instantly roamed his exposed chest, feeling every muscle and the warmth.
His clothed groin connected with mine as he caged me between his arms.
"I wanna be on top." I grumble as Anthony moved to straddled my waist, grinding himself faster against me. My hands gripped onto his waist, moving my own quickly as I bucked my hips, creating a type of friction and rhythm.
Anthony let out a breath, "nope, I've done this before, so I'm staying on top." He throatily replied, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I just huff with a pout, continuing to rub our bodies. "Don't give me that look, baby. You can have a turn too."
"But since I haven't done it with a guy," I paused as Anthony rubbed his crotch even faster against mine, heat and butterflies bubbling up in my stomach. "Shit!"
He chuckles at my reaction, beginning to unbutton my jeans.
Anthony's lips met mine again, applying pressure to them as he kissed me. I held his face in my hands, moving my lips with his. His fingers were fumbling over the button of my pants as he continued to move against me.
After a few moments, he began to pull my jeans down my legs, not breaking his lips away from mine. I didn't want his lips to leave mine.
His lips were a drug.
My boxers began to tighten around me, growing uncomfortable quickly.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel self conscious from my exposed skin, I was just desperate for him to touch me.
I whined as Andre rubbed himself against me. I slipped my fingers into his hair, tugging at it as he continued to rub against me, adding more pressure but pleasure after every second.
Anthony tore his lips away from mine, instantly attacking my neck with wet, open mouthed kisses and sucking. His warm mouth made me physically relax.
"I could make you feel so good, baby." He whispers into my ear before kissing it.
I opened my mouth to speak, but only let out a gasp as his hand slipped into my tight boxers, grazing his hand against my hardness. "Fuck."
"Such a beautiful noise." Anthony comments, moving his hand down me. "I will make you scream, baby, let me, please."
I open my mouth, unsure what to even say. My nerves began to rebuild. Won't it hurt? What if I can never sit again? What if I can't poop again?! What if I'm bad at bottoming?
I've never done anything sexual with someone where I was more submissive than them. I've only ever been with girls, never a guy would like to dominate me.
Even if I have had sex before, it hasn't been anytime recently.
"I'm nervous." I blurt out, stopping his movement and kissing. He lifts his head from my neck, his gorgeous eyes meeting mine in the darkness. The only light we had was streaming from underneath the door from the hallway and the moon peaking through my curtains.
His lips pressed against my forehead. "I won't hurt you, Will, okay?" I nod, even though he could barely see it. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
He gave my lips a soft kiss before he moved to between my legs, sitting up on his knees. Hooking his fingers on the waistline of my boxers, he carefully pulled them down my legs, practically teasing me as he did so.
"Anthony." I whined, "hurry up."
He chuckles at my impatience, patting the inside of my thigh. "Turn around, baby."
My eyes widened slightly, my hands shaking as I turned onto my stomach, holding myself up on my hands and knees. Anthony's large hands rub my shoulders, calming me in some way.
One hand remained on my back as the other pulled me closer to him.
His fingers press against my lips, running across them, "suck." Anthony plumged his fingers into my mouth.
I licked and sucked on his warm fingers, knowing they had to be wet and lubricated. After a few moments of his fingers in my mouth, Anthony started to move them towards my throat, pumping them in and out of my mouth.
I nearly gagged a few times, but enjoyed the feeling of the warmth in my mouth.
"Ready, baby? It's going to hurt a bit." Anthony tells me as his wet fingers pressed against my entrance. I felt nervous all over again, my palms beginning to sweat as my hands shook. "It'll feel good after a minute, Will."
I nod, mumbling an, "okay,". He pressed down onto my back, my face burying into a pillow as my bottom rose.
Gasping into the pillow, Anthony inserted two of his fingers into me. A searing hot pain began to pulse through my behind from the sudden stretch, causing me to whine at it.
He began to move them slowly inside of me, increasing the pain for a few seconds. But moments later, the pain began to fade as pleasure took.over.
The painful pleasure caused my stomach to bubble again as Anthony pumped his fingers a bit quicker after every movement. The noises that left my mouth were muffled into the pillow I was pressed into, even though I could freely make any noise in the empty house.
Minutes of the pleasure passed by and then Anthony stopped right before I could release. I whimper at the emptiness, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I was filled greatly again.
Anthony took his sweet time adjusting, throwing all the blankets and pillows off of my bed as well.
I grew impatient, just wanting him inside of me. "Anthony!"
"One moment, babe." He spoke, snickering at my whining. I groan as I look back at him, narrowing my eyes at him. "I could just leave and you would have to fix it yourself."
My eyes widen, "what?! No! Please, I need you inside of me." My own words shocked me, I didn't mean to sound so needy.
"I will in a moment, William." I could have died from just the sound of him saying my full name and not just a pet or nickname. "Okay, are you ready, baby?"
I eagerly nod, even though there were still some nervous butterflies flying in my stomach. Anthony flashes me a smile as he grips onto my hips, moving me farther back on the bed.
Turning my face back into the pillow, I held my bottom up a little higher and waited.
My entire body collapsed onto my bed, inhaling as I tried to catch my breath. My face was still buried into a pillow, which probably wasn't helping with my shortness of breath.
The bed shifted as a hand ran down my damp back. "You're all sweaty." I turn my head, narrowing my eyes at Anthony He was wearing his boxers, which confused me on how he put them on so fast. "And your face is a little red."
"Well jeez, I didn't know." I sarcastically mumble, rolling my eyes at him. He smiles before he leaned down, kissing my sweaty forehead. I wanted to just hug him and be in his arms. Just feel his warmth all around me, even though I was hot from what just happened. "Can we…"
I didn't finish my sentence, feeling stupid for even thinking it.
"Can we what, baby?" Anthony asked, stroking my cheek. I bit my lip as I held my arms out. He nods, pulling me closer to him. "You have such beautiful moans."
I couldn't help but let out a small giggle-like sound as I shook my head, burying my face into his chest.
Anthony's lips rested on my forehead, silence filling the warm room. My bed was messy, so I knew I had to wash my sheets before the end of the weekend.
At the moment, I didn't care. I just felt something incredible with someone I lo... Like a shit ton.
I gulp, looking up at Anthony, who was looking down at me with affectionate eyes. "What's up?"
Clearing my throat, my hands began to shake as I rethought what I was going to say. "Uh... I have to tell you something."
He furrows his brows, a bit of worry spreading across his face. "Yes, babe?"
I bit the inside of my cheek before I spoke, "I... Kinda think I might... Love you."
Anthony's dark eyes just stared into mine for a moment, his thumb gliding across my cheek. "That's nice."
I couldn't help but instantly scowl, "I... I mean, I guess..."
"You up for another round?"
Did... Did he really just ask for a second round after I just said 'I love you,' to him?
You shouldn't have said it so fast into the relationship. I mean, I know you've had sex already, but you should've waited, dumb ass.
"Sure."
Anthony hurriedly turned the lights back off before coming back to the bed.
I tried to forget the fact that my boyfriend didn't say anything but 'thats nice' when I told him I loved him, trying to just focus on the pleasure coursing through me.
But right before Anthony released into me, he said three words that shocked me to hear him say.
"Fuck, yes, Brandon."
I've reread this one part like 5 times and I cant stop dying of laughter XD I'm so sorry William T_T I didn't mean to do you like this (i actually kinda did, ngl...this was all planned out very well)
WATTPAD, PLEASE DO NOT MARK ME MATURE! IT WAS OVER THE CLOTHES (who the fuck am I trying to fool?) PLEASE DO NOT MARK MY BOOK
hehe hope you enjoyed and used that holy water. Thanks for nearly 70 reads (yeah ik, my book sucks *cries*)
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