Lauren Jauregui Imagines and Oneshots

Sanitary (s)

[smut/foul language (not that my other chapters have had foil language but shhhh) - whenever this rule applies I will put=(s) in the title]

Secretly, you'd fantasized about fucking Lauren on tour; Of course you had. But that's the thing, it was secretly. You never thought you'd find yourself in that exact predicament after a particularly adrenaline-building show. And yet there you were, being shoved rather roughly against the cold side of the tour bus whilst your girlfriend peppered soft, hot kisses all over your neck; the contradiction between the two actions only building the arousal which had been growing within that pit in your stomach all night. Lauren had been constantly teasing you on stage. You should've known this would be what was coming afterwards.

"Laur," You tried to push her off of you, but she growled a little before returning her lips to your pulse point.

"Lauren." You tried again, and this time she pulled away and looked into your eyes with her own green ones, face filled with hunger, lust, and concern. God, you love her.

"We should go inside." You said, and the concern disappears from her face for a moment before returning as her head turns quickly to look about yourselves. It isn't uncommon, after all, for a few paparazzi to be hanging out near the buses or the fences surrounding so that they might get some post-show shots; and they'd be having a field day if they got a clear, or even fuzzy, picture of you and Lauren making out against the bus.

You chuckled a little at the thought and she quickly looked back at you before sweeping you off your feet (literally) and carrying you bridal style into the bus, causing your chuckle to turn into a giggle.

"I fucking love you." Her voice was raw and almost animalistic as she dropped you on the sofa at the front of the bus. You ignored that fact that you should probably have moved to the back room and locked the door because she was on top of you now and she had found that sensitive spot on your neck and quite frankly you couldn't care less about anything other than herself and yourself and the extremely limited spaces between your bodies.

You weren't sure how it happened, or how long you'd been going at it, but the next time your actually aware of where you are is when the girls come into the bus, laughing and joking with one another... until they notice you and the fact the Lauren had paused her kissing which had migrated to the dip between your collarbones and that her hand had paused as well, staying right there inside of you. As the feeling rushes into your body, you become hyper aware of the way her fingers had stopped moving right against a specifically sensitive bundle of nerves and oh my god why did they have to walk in right then?

"Oh! My. God." Dinah exclaims, and if you had dared to look away from Lauren and at the girls you predicted that she'd be, well, probably taking pictures. You were both mostly clothed, only lacking t-shirts so it wasn't too bad, but she would definitely have pulled her phone out; She was just that kind of person. Either that or she'd be completely shell-shocked, jaw slack as she stood completely still just staring. But then you weren't brave enough to look away from your girlfriend who was literally having sex with you right that second so you didn't find out.

"Ew!" Normani squealed, and footsteps, presumably hers, quickly ran back out of the bus.

Lauren sighed and looked over at Dinah and you finally did too, grateful to see that she hadn't in fact pulled her phone out and was actually doing the latter of your guesses, standing as still as a statue. Unfortunately that meant she was still staring at you both. You weren't entirely sure which was worse, though pictures probably were because memories can't get leaked and dissected over the internet.

Then in strode Ally, pausing only for a second and glancing down at you both before sighing.

"You'd better sanitize this entire room when you're done." She mumbled and continued on her path to the bunks.

Dinah seemed to snap out of her trance and watched Ally go by with her brows furrowed in slight confusion, before making a move to follow her to the bunks. Then she must've realized Mani still hadn't come back inside and decided to go and find her instead.

"Well... that kinda spoiled the mood." Lauren sighed, and you turn you attention back to her.

"I'm surprised Allysus didn't smack us with a bible." You said with a nod and small laugh.

"I guess Allysin decided to make an appearance." She chuckled too and looked down beneath and between you before pecking your lips once more, slowly pulling her fingers out of you.

"Sorry." She whispers against your mouth, and a smirk tugs against your lips.

"It's okay." You reply coyly, "It's not like you could have predicted being walked in one while you were fucking me in the tour bus you share with the rest of your band mates."

She quirks a brow at you and you almost melt beneath her gaze. Aaand all of a sudden you were ready to forget that Ally was in the bunk right behind your head and get back to what you were doing. Alas...

"You're such a tease, Lolo." You said, your smirk growing as you gently pushed her off of you, leading you both into a seated position. In place of a response, she put her fingers in her mouth, winked, and sucked off the traces of you that had remained on them, letting them out with a pop before getting up and heading into the bathroom, probably to wash them properly.

"Is it safe?" Normani asked from the doorway, her face barely peeking over the top of the small wall that blocked the staircase at the entrance of the bus, and now her, from view.

You chuckled before responding, "It's safe." And then you added with a grumble, "Thanks to you guys."

"Oh thank God." Ally called from her bed, "The quiet was worrying me."

Everyone laughed, but through the crack of the ajar bathroom door, you made eye contact with Lauren and the look she was wearing told you she wasn't quite pleased about the situation, and you imagined you'd likely be sneaking out at some point of the night to finish what had started.