You Should Probably Stay

                                    

                                          

[NOT MINE]
AN//IM PUTTIG THIS IN HERE BECAUSE I SAW THE TITLE AND THOUGHT OF CHANGE YOUR TICKET BY 1D AND TURNS OUT THIS IS BASED OFF THE SONG SO IM LIT AS FUCK BITCHES 

                          
"Thank you London!" Ross yells, grinning from ear to ear as he wipes the sweat off of his forehead with his shirt. "You've been amazing, see you guys next time!"
With that, he dances off the stage with the rest of the band, and they all grab bottles of cold water, quickly gulping them down. They had made plans to go out afterwards but when he takes his phone out of his pocket, he sees that he has texts from her.
Skype date tonight? 
And another one, sent five minutes after the first.
I'm already wet. 
Well. He is definitely not going out.
"You guys ready to party tonight?" Ryland asks, and the rest of the band enthusiastically confirms. He, however, shakes his head, immediately inviting a flurry of protests from his bandmates.
"I'm not feeling that great," he lies easily, pressing his fingers to his temples as if he has a headache. "We're here for two more nights, I'll come out tomorrow."
They grumble but finally agree, and he heads to his hotel room while everyone else talks about where they want to go that night.
He texts her back while he's in the cab.
I'll be there in ten. 
Get naked for me. 
They'd been circling each other for years, edging closer to the line separating them as friends and...something else, more times than he can count. It finally happened though, right after the cast's annual reunion, almost eight years after they had met. They'd had it at her place and he had stayed behind after Raini and Calum had left and somehow, two hours and four drinks later, they'd found themselves curled up on her couch, making out like two teenagers.
And even though they'd been together ever since, no one knows. No one. Not even their families, their friends, their parents. He tells himself it's easier to make sure what they have is real when it's just the two of them, but if he's being honest, it's been real since he was fifteen years old. And he's pretty sure she feels the same way, if the way she looks at him when she thinks he won't notice is any indication. In any case, they're not ready for the inevitable fall out of their still new relationship going public, from the media, their families, and their friends, so for now, it's just them.
Ross is inside the elevator heading up to his room now, his body thrumming with arousal and anticipation. It had been almost three weeks since they had last seen each other in person, and while online or phone sex was not nearly as satisfying as having her body writhing underneath his, it was better than nothing.
He opens the door with his key card and sets down his guitar before turning on the lights. He takes a few steps further into the room and his jaw literally drops as his eyes fall on what is currently laying on his bed.
It's her. She's actually in his room. On the bed. And he's not looking at her through a computer screen.
She's dressed in some elaborate looking lace up corset thing that looks incredibly complicated but he's absolutely positive he will have no trouble taking off of her, her hair long and wild, eye makeup smoky and lips red. Her breasts look like they're ready to escape from the confines of their black lace prison, straining against the tight fabric every time she takes a breath. She looks like the dirtiest version of an Elizabethan painting that he's ever seen.
Oh. And she's not wearing underwear.
"Holy fucking shit," he breathes, unable to move from his position at the doorway to the room. He immediately feels his pants getting tighter.
Laura smiles softly and turns her body, purposely flashing him her bare pussy as she makes herself more comfortable on the bed.
His dick goes from hard to feeling like it's about the break through the zipper on his jeans.
"So, I know you've always wanted to go to Verona, but Shakespeare was English, after all. And this outfit might not be very uh, historically accurate," she says, gesturing to her body with a slight flush on her cheeks. "But I was hoping I might be your Juliet tonight."
Ross gapes at her and wonders for about the millionth time what he did to get this lucky. "Holy fucking shit," he repeats, his head still spinning at the fact that's she's actually there in his room. "What...how...did you...when did you...Juliet?" he asks stupidly, then shakes his head as if to clear it. "I mean, Laura, we were going to Skype?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Change of plans?" she offers, then grins at him. "So, Romeo, are you going to take your pants off or what?"
"Fuck yes."
He rips his shirt off and shoves his pants and boxers to the floor in record time before practically leaping onto the bed to join her.
"I'm sorry I'm so sweaty. You look insanely hot," he whispers, looking down at her after covering her body with his own, and then he kisses her.
She moans into his mouth the second his tongue touches hers and he takes the opportunity to kiss her even more deeply, as they taste each other for the first time in almost a month. He pulls back after a few minutes to press his lips to her neck, eliciting a pleased sigh from her as her body relaxes completely under his.
"I saw most of your show," she tells him, her breath hitching when he sucks softly at her pulse point. "You were amazing. So good."
His chest fills with satisfaction at her compliment and he pauses at her collarbone, biting down harshly before soothing the area with wet licks, as she releases a shaky breath, her small fingers digging into the skin of his broad shoulders. He continues his journey downwards after a moment, licking and sucking the tops of her breasts, and then he reaches the fabric of the corset.
He pulls back and looks at it questioningly. How the fuck do you get this thing off?
"Do you want me to help—" Laura starts, but then she lets out a surprised gasp as he roughly pulls the string holding it together, completely ripping it apart and releasing her heaving breasts from confinement, causing her to let out a startled gasp.
"Dammit Ross, this thing was expen-"
"I don't give a shit," he growls, and then his mouth latches onto her nipple and he's pretty sure she doesn't care anymore either judging from the low groan that escapes from her mouth. He teases her nipple with his teeth, nibbling softly at the hard bud as his fingers wrap around her other breast. Laura clutches his head with her hand, her small fingers tangled in his sweat-dampened hair, holding him to her as she shudders underneath him. He buries his head in her chest as he brings both his large hands up to roughly squeeze her breasts around his face, sucking hard on the soft skin between them.
Ross pulls back to admire his work, her chest and neck now glistening, a beautiful, blotchy mess of pink and red that's sure to leave lasting marks. She doesn't seem to care and instead reciprocates, lifting her head to run her tongue up the salty column of his throat, sucking hard on his Adam's apple as her fingers lightly run over the dips and valleys of his muscular back.
Her hands shift forward to squeeze his defined biceps, then move further across his body as her delicate fingers circle slowly around his hard nipples. "Shit, Laura," he gasps, so she pinches and tugs on the hard, perfectly shaped buds with her mouth latched around his protruding collarbone, and his arms start to shake with the effort of holding himself above her.
"Want you...in me, want you," she mumbles, her arms now clasped around his neck as she tries to pull him down onto her. He's not having it though, and responds by flipping them over so she's sitting on top of him, and then he lifts her hips and slams her down on his cock in one fluid motion.
She screams at the sudden intrusion and he lets out a loud groan, the feeling of finally being surrounded by her tight, wet heat almost enough to make him cum instantly. "Ride me, fucking ride me," he chokes out, and she complies, her hands pressed to the hard planes of his abs as she carefully moves her hips up and down.
Ross lightly holds her hips, letting her slowly adjust to him, and stares up at her, mesmerized, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly with every movement and her eyes closed as she loses herself in pleasure. She starts moving a little faster and he helps her, gripping her hips tightly as he thrusts his own upward, hitting her even more deeply as she tosses her long hair over one shoulder.
"R-right there," Laura whimpers, so he angles himself to hit the same spot inside her again and again, removing one hand from its death grip on her hip to rub roughly at her clit, until she cums hard around his dick, her pussy clenching erratically as she shrieks his name. He's not close to done yet though, so he flips them back over while she's still cumming, and drives his cock into her at a feverish pace, using his extra weight to press her firmly into the mattress.
He wonders for a brief second if he's being too rough – she's so small and he's still learning what she likes – but she's incredible, meeting his every thrust as her hips move up to join his, pushing him even deeper into her tight, wet heat. "Laur," he pants. "You feel so fucking good."
She lifts her head to suck hard on his neck in response and he almost cums right then, but he wants this to last as long as possible so he squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to hold off his own release, before pulling out of her. She whimpers at the loss of him as he sits back on his knees, and he wraps his hands around her arms, pulling her up to join him.
"Turn over, Laur," Ross murmurs, when she's sitting up, and she obeys, turning with shaky limbs so she's on her hands and knees and he very nearly shoots his load at the sight of her perfect ass facing him. He scoots forward so his dick is pressed between the smooth globes of her ass, folding himself on top of her so his chest is pressed against her back. He licks a slow trail down the indentation of her spine, reveling in the salty-sweet taste that's a mixture of sweat and something he has come to realize is inherently her, and he watches in fascination as her ass quivers deliciously against him.
"R-Ross?" she whimpers.
"Almost, babe," he whispers, and then he hooks a brawny arm around her waist and lifts her entire lower body, her back still to his chest as he sits up, her knees on either side of his, and pushes himself inside her. They both moan at the new angle and he immediately begins moving her up and down on his dick, his arm tight around her slim waist, waiting for her reaction to tell him when he's found that spot inside her again. He thrusts into her a few more times and then he feels her pussy flutter around him as she lets out a startled gasp, and he knows where to angle himself.
He lifts his other hand to fist her thick hair between his fingers and pulls it up, causing her back to arch and allowing him to penetrate her even more deeply, ripping a scream from her throat. He begins to tremble with the effort of holding off his orgasm and she's babbling now, so far gone that there's nothing but an incoherent mixture of his name and please spilling from her mouth as she desperately begs him for release.
"Touch yourself," he whispers in her ear, and she obeys, bringing her fingers to her swollen, sensitive clit and rubbing only a few times before she goes completely limp in his arms, her head lolling backwards onto his shoulder, and her pussy pulsating wildly around his cock as she lets out a deep, animalistic groan, a sound that he will forever commit to memory.
Ross lets go of her hair to roughly squeeze her breasts from behind, and then he flips her pliant body over again, her knees bent up on either side of his hips as pushes himself into her once more, only needing a few sloppy shoves into her still spasming pussy before he cums in an explosion that feels endless, so hard that black edges the corners of his vision and filling her already dripping pussy in thick streams until he can feel their combined juices begin to ooze out of her.
He collapses on top of her, still buried balls deep, her face pressed to his neck as they both breathe heavily, and he thinks he could stay like this, with her, forever. Her small body heaves under his and he slowly realizes that he must be crushing her and reluctantly pulls out of her sticky center, already missing her heavenly tightness.
Laura makes a disappointed sound at the loss of him and he shifts to her side, moving to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him so he can rest his damp forehead against her own as she lets out a sigh of contentment.
"You are so good at that," she mumbles, completely sated, her eyes still closed, and he softly presses his lips to hers. "That was insane. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to walk again."
He laughs, moving back to bring the blanket at the end of the bed up to cover them, then holds her close, their legs tangling together as every single part of his body presses flush against hers. "I missed you," he whispers. "This was the best surprise ever."
"I got a couple of days off unexpectedly so I figured I might as well fly eight hours to see you in person instead of waiting eight hours to see you through a screen," she explains sleepily, her lips moving lazily at the base of his throat, sending shivers down his spine. "I have to leave tomorrow morning."
Ross immediately feels his spirits sinking at the thought of her leaving so soon. "Dude, that blows," he says in disappointment, lifting his hand to lightly run his fingers through her hair. He sighs. "But we have a ton of press to do here anyway before we leave for...Paris? I think? So I guess it would barely even matter."
Laura opens her eyes and pulls back to smile sadly at him. They had been apart longer than they had been together over the course of their short relationship and he wonders, not for the first time, whether she would be better off with someone who was actually around to be her boyfriend.
"I missed you, Ross," she whispers, as if she can read his mind, her hand moving up to brush the hair off of his forehead. "It's been kind of sucky, keeping this a secret, plus the fact that we sometimes have to go for weeks without seeing each other, but I wouldn't trade you for the world."
His heart clenches as he wordlessly kisses her cheek and pulls her impossibly closer in response, burying his head in her neck and breathing her in as his eyes drift shut to the feeling of her warm skin pressed against his own.