Ross Lynch Imagines

Wandering Eyes

         The last bell of the day rang, all the high schoolers jumped out of their seats like animals, crowding the hallways. The most chaotic part of the day; dismissal.

      You quickly collected your things, rushing out of the classroom. Since it was Friday, you didn't need to bring any school materials home, so you simply just dropped everything off at your locker, but made sure to grab your iPhone.

     You checked your clock on your phone, it was almost three. Your best friend, Ross, is still probably in the men's locker room since he had gym last period.

      You made your way to the boy's locker room, knocking on the door lightly and opened it.

      "Ross?" You called out. "Are you in here? I'm coming in, I hope you're decent." You entered the locker room, seeing it was completely empty. All of a sudden you saw Ross walk past you, freshly out of the shower, a white fluffy towel hung loosely around his waist.

     You quickly scooted behind the row of lockers, hoping he didn't see you. You had no idea what and why you were snooping around like this, but you were doing it anyways. As wrong as it was and Ross is only your best friend, you still thought he was incredibly hot af.—and sexy.

    You peered out, watching him drop the towel to the ground. Your eyes widen, you felt like drooling. He leaned over, digging in his gym bag. He was completely exposed, standing there naked. Shit, shit, shit. Your eyes travelled down his muscular back, down to his cute, yet sexy ass.

     You gulped, and midst of gulping, you felt yourself choking. Your face turned red, and you accidentally let out a tiny cough.

      Ross stood up, glancing back towards your way.

      I held your breath, making sure that you are silent.

      "Hello?" He said, his voice sounded cautious. "Is anyone there?" You stayed very still and mute. You saw him shrug between the cracks of the lockers. You gaped at him as you saw his man part. It was huge! It has to be at least nine inches in length, you thought to yourself.

      "Holy fuck," you whispered to yourself. You went to gaze back out to him, but he was gone. You began to panic, seeing his belongings were still present.

       "Y/N?!" A way too familiar voice shrieked behind you. You turned around slowly, in horror and shock. He was gripping his towel around his waist firmly. "What the hell are you doing in here? How long have you been standing here?"

       You were so embarrassed, you didn't know what to do. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

      "Uh...n-nothing," you lied. "Ross, I'm sorry..."

      "Did you see me...nude?" He pressed the subject further, making you feel more uncomfortable.

      "Y-yes," you stuttered, feeling so stupid. You knew this was a horrible idea. And being caught was even worse.

       "Y/N, why were you watching me change?" He asks slowly. "It's creepy...so weird. I mean, Y/N, you are my best friend!"

      "Ross, I'm sorry," you said shyly. "It's just...I didn't know anyone was in here. And I guess I...I don't know."

       "Well...what'd you think?" He raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

       "You're hot as shit," you blurted, your cheeks flamed a bright red again. He smirked, walking towards you slowly.

       "You're sexy, too," he said, licking his lips seductively. Your eyes began to wander his body again, eyeing his perfect six pack, biting your lip as you did so. "Don't do that." He said huskily, walking even closer towards you. Your back hit the lockers, you were trapped.

     "D-do what?" You stuttered nervously.

     "Bite your lip," he says slowly and very seductively.

     "And what if I don't stop?" You teased, testing the waters slightly.

      "Then I'm going to have to take you right here, right now." Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what he meant. This is was different, because he is your best friend, but at the same time...it's a good, new thing.

        I bit my lip again, much to his dismay.

     "That's it," he said, before grabbing your hips firmly and crashed his lips on yours.

      You were shocked at first, but soon kissed back. His lips were soft, yet firm against yours. The kiss was lustful, hungry and aggressive—yet passionate. You knew his was longing to kiss you, too, just by the force in the kiss.

      "Ross," you mumbled against his lips, pushing you off slightly. "Are you seriously going to fuck me in the school gym lockers?"

       "Hell yeah, I am," his lips were on yours again, and things were getting heated very quickly. Lips on neck, shirt off, his towel off his waist, your jeans off, undergarments off...before you could even moan, you both were exposed. No boundaries.

          Ross was pushing himself into a condom. No party, no hat. Just sex.

      "You ready to do this?" He asks between pants.

      "Just fuck me already," you breathed, wanting his dick just to be inside you already.

       He pushed himself effortlessly inside of you. Your lips had to expand a bit, just because of how huge he was. Pain filled you at first, but as he moved slowly, all that filled you was pleasure and bliss.

      You let out a loud moan, then whimpering as your body trembled against his.

       It went on for seventeen minutes, and you both were coming close.

      "Baby, I'm going to come," you panted, as he kept thrusting inside of you. Each of his thrusts were coming sloppier, you knew he was very close.

     "Come for me baby, come for me." He breathed, pressing his lips against yours.

        Yourself started to come, your mouth opened wide in the shape of an 'O'.

       He came out of you, pressing his naked body against yours.

       "We should do this again sometime," he grins, pecking your lips.

       "Where does this leave us?" You questioned.

      "All depends," he chuckles. "We just had sex...so this has to mean something."

      "How about we try this dating thing?" You suggested.

      "Yeah, let's give this 'dating thing' a shot," he smiles sweetly, kissing your lips tenderly.

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    hey, finally a smut imagine, huh?