Raura. Rated M.
This is for MayLuvzuGomez. Thanks for requesting! Hahaa, shameless to say I actually enjoy writing these Rated M fics...
Disclaimer: ALL RIGHTS TO YOU REQUESTER PEOPLE. (lol and of course Ross and Laura aren't mine and Austin & Ally don't belong to me either).
The Austin & Ally cast are done filming for the day and are consequently exhausted. Raini and Calum bid everybody goodbye as they exit the set and the crew are packing things up, leaving Ross and Laura alone for the time being. He was giving her a ride home and she was thankful because he was always there for her and never once had he ever asked for anything in return.
The two of them made their way to their separate dressing rooms to peel out of their character's clothes and wear their own. Normally, Laura would be ready first, since she really doesn't care about how she looks when she's about to go home, unlike Ross. But something must have shifted today because Ross was done first and was making his way to Laura's dressing room to see if was finished.
Well, he was wrong.
Apparently, his fellow co-star and beloved-best-friend had forgotten to lock her door because there she stood, in the middle of the spacious room, in nothing but her red lacy bra and matching panties.
He could've sworn that his heart stopped beating for a second or two.
He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
From where he was standing, he literally had a perfect view of her ass, and for such a tiny person, it seemed big enough and bubbly enough for him to want to give it a squeeze. And her breasts were round and perky and he mentally slapped himself when he thought about squeezing those, too —
He suddenly felt a throbbing pain down there. He froze. Shit.
He. Was. Hard.
Well, great.
Now how would he be able to give her a ride home without thinking about her perfect ass and those boobs and what he wanted to fucking do to her right then and not to mention the freaking bulge sticking out of his effing jeans that is no doubt the size of Russia and Canada put together—
Damn.
She's standing in front of her full length mirror now and she seems to be admiring her form, but he can't really blame her now, can he?
His legs happened to have grown a mind of their own because they were slowly entering her private dressing room and locking the door behind him and then he's sneakily advancing towards his unknowing prey. And yes, in this case, he's pretty much considering himself the predator.
Suddenly his torso is pressed up against her back and a sharp gasp escapes her. His hands find her hips and she gapes at his reflection on the mirror.
"What the— Ross?"
He doesn't answer.
His fingers pull at the seams of her underwear, and for a second he's considering the solution of ripping them off and satisfying his urgent needs right that second.
"Erm, Ross, what're you—"
He ignored her protests and confusion and her obvious thoughts of 'what the fuck is this guy trying to do'. His intentions were clear in his eyes, and she could see them through the mirror.
"Ross, I—Are you—Oh!" Her thought train is cut short as she feels a sudden erotic burst of pleasure blast through her system; his left hand was rubbing her now wet-heat through the thin material of her panties, "Ross, are you—Oh, gosh, Ross!"
His lower region begins to ache because she's so sexy and he just cannot take it anymore.
"Laura, do you know how hard it is hanging around you everyday and not being able to do this?" He puts emphasis on 'this' by grounding himself against her ass, and he nearly faints at the feel of it.
Her breaths are shallow and he's willing himself not to be so rough, because she's so fragile and tiny and he's so... well, he's so big.
"Wait... Do you like me?" Laura states incredulously, as his fingers draw intimate circles on the small of her back.
He doesn't know how to answer. Actually, he doesn't know the answer altogether. So he shuts up instead. And to his luck, she doesn't push it.
Without any warning what, so and ever, he whirls her around and suddenly she's facing him and he's staring into her eyes and she's staring back and for about two seconds, it feels as if they're having a staring contest but then he leans in and they're kissing. They're freaking kissing and this time, they're not Austin & Ally, they're Ross and Laura. And this, whatever this is, is actually happening.
His lips are fiery with hers and their breath turns warmer with each second that passes. He presses their bodies together and she moans in content. His hands sensually tracked themselves down to her waist, and he squeezed firmly before trailing them back up to meet the clasp of her bra. His lips never left hers as he skillfully removed the silky undergarment and dropped it to the floor.
Laura gasped and pulled away abruptly, pouting and shielding her chest from him. He smiled fondly, and gently moved her hands away and pulled her closer again, "You're beautiful, don't worry."
And he grabbed her waist again and then they were face to face once more. A blush surfaces her cheeks as he sucks and nips and licks and kisses her neck, leaving a hickey smack on her sensitive spot. His need for her down there grew with anticipation.
And apparently, it was the same with her—"Ross," she says in an urgent tone, "Are we actually going to do this?"
"Yes." He wants to feel her. And if they had to have a right time, this was it.
In a matter of three (or maybe even less) seconds, her panties are off and he's carelessly tossing them somewhere around the room, without a second thought as to where they could be at that second.
She was left completely naked and yet he was still fully dressed.
"Th—This isn't fair," she whispers breathlessly, tugging at the bottom of his T-Shirt, "You're still wearing all your clothes."
He chuckles deeply and discards his shirt somewhere around the room, along with his jeans and then all of a sudden he's stood in front of her in only his boxers and the only thing stopping them were the said boxers.
But that only lasts for, like, half a moment.
A second too soon, every single item of clothing once respectively covering their bodies were thrown heedlessly across Laura's dressing room, but neither of them cared.
There wasn't a bed in the dressing room, just a couch and some sofa-chairs, but he didn't let that stop him—did you know it's actually possible to have sex whilst standing up?
He laughs out loud at the idea as he gently strokes her clit with his giant-member. A whimper escapes her.
And then he was inside her.
And fuck, is this what heaven feels like?
If so, then he'll make sure to be an extra good person.
"Oh, Ross..." Laura moaned in ecstasy, her teeth biting into her lip dangerously.
Hm, pleasure is just too much of an understatement in this very case.
He locked his lips with her heart-shaped ones, his hands firmly clasped around the two perfect globes of her butt, and her nails were scratching along his back.
His thrusts and strokes were almost measured, and felt so—for lack of words—good.
"Ross... Oh, I love you..."
His heart comes to a halt, but he continues with his smooth, accurate thrusts.
Her nails are drawing blood, not a doubt. But he's too overwhelmed with—again, for complete lack of words—pleasure to feel pain.
"Mmmm..." she hums.
"Laura..."
And then she was screaming erotically and he was growling pleasurably.
He pulled out of her swiftly and both of them were panting inaudibly.
"I... you... we..." Laura struggled for words.
Ross smirked, and licked his lips, "We should do this again some time..."
And she wordlessly agreed.