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*Smut!* Ross & Y/N

Ross's tongue slipped into your mouth as you both kissed each other feverishly. His tongue massaging yours as you groaned into his mouth. "Fuck Y/N," he gasped as you started to grind down on his crotch. He slid his hands into the back pockets of your shorts, cupping your bum and giving it a firm squeeze. You squealed, letting out giggles as he pressed hot open mouth kisses to your jaw and neck.

Ross sucked lightly on your sensitive skin, grazing his teeth on your collarbones here and there. "Mmm Ross" you sighed, gripping his shoulders. Your hands cheekily slid down his torso to the hem of his shirt, your fingers dipping under it to trace the waistband of his blue jeans.

You could feel his hard on against your crotch and a familiar wetness spread between your legs. But your actions were soon stopped short as Ross pulled your hands away, sitting back on the bed. It always ended up like this. You two having a hot makeout session in your room and it quickly leading to stopping your actions all together.

"Ross what's wrong?" you sighed slightly hurt by this. He always did this and it frustrated and worried you that it was something you were doing wrong. Like your actions were the reason he refused to move a step further.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he mumbled not looking at you but at his fingers in his lap. "That's not true," you shook your head. "There's something bothering you. You always do this and I don't understand why. I can tell by the bulge in your pants you want this as much as I do," you murmured back, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Trust me Y/N I want this. A lot. I really do," Ross spoke quietly, cupping your cheek in his hand. You instinctively leaned into his warm touch. "It's just-" There was silence followed by his paused sentence. "What Ross? You know you can tell me anything."

Ross sighed heavily, letting out the breath he didn't realize he was holding and spoke quickly. "Y/N... I've never had sex before." You stared at him, furrowing your brow in disbelief. "No." "Yes," he nodded, "I'm a stupid fucking virgin and I'm too much of a pussy to go any farther with you because I think I'm bad at sex."

You never would've thought this about him. Ross being scared to have sex with you because of his belief in his own inability to pleasure you.

"And I know you're not a virgin and I don't want to be worse than the guy you lost it to," he mumbled ashamed of himself for revealing his little secret to you. You laughed at this though. "Ross I've only had sex once before and trust me it wasn't even pleasuring. 

It was true, the first time you had sex it was under the bleachers at your old high school. 

"Don't be scared Ross it's me there's nothing to worry about," you spoke softly. "I'm not going to force you, but I want you to know I probably want to more than you do," you giggled making him chuckle. "I doubt that's true." "Oh really? Why don't you prove it then."

His eyes widened a bit. "What?" You scooted back on top of him and smirked. Lazily resting your arms around his neck you put your lips to his ear, "Show me how much you want it Ross."

He stuttered, "But what i-" "Shh no Ross," you whispered, kissing him to make him be quiet. "Make love to me."

Ross hesitated before he finally gave in, kissing you back. His fingers played with the hem of your shirt and you nodded letting him lift the thin material over your head. His hands reached around to unclasp your bra him, not knowing how to do it you helped him. "Fuck," he whispered staring at your breasts.

He trailed kisses from your collarbones to the tops of your breasts as he kneaded them in his hands. You worked his shirt off and discarded it to the floor, now working on unbuckling his jeans. You finally got them off him and he did the same to you, ridding you of your shorts.