Lauren Jauregui Imagines and Oneshots

Softie Pt. III

Thankfully, though, you don't have to formulate a response because Dinah clears her throat loudly, and when Lauren doesn't look at her, she throws a plastic fork at her. Finally she turns to look at her, but her arms and lower body stay exactly the same.

"DJ!" Lauren complains, rubbing the spot in the back of her head where the fork had hit.

"We're eating." Dinah replies for the three of them, taking another fork from the holder in the middle of the table and aiming it at the Cuban.

"So?" Lauren asks back, raising a brow. For that, she gets another fork thrown her way, though she swats of from the air and it lands back on the table.

"Watch it, that's my girlfriend your throwing forks at." You remind the other girl, narrowing your eyes slightly though she knows it's in jest.

"And that's my food your putting me off of." Dinah retorts, narrowing her eyes and puckering her lips, causing you to laugh a little. It's a lie, because Dinah loves her food and even if she caught you both full-on making out she'd probably still eat.

"Baby, let's eat first." You suggest, patting Lauren's backside a few times before she finally gets off of you with an exaggerated groan.

"But I'm not hungry." She huffs, but she doesn't hesitate before putting some more food on her own fork.

"Nah, you're just thirsty." Normani perks up, causing the table to erupt in laughter. Well, except for Lauren. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and lean in to her to try and help her relax.

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Exactly an hour later you are already a writhing mess, and she hasn't even done anything to you yet. Well, that's a lie; She'd been doing stuff to you all afternoon.

"You're so fucking hot." You breath out as she continues rapidly leaving kisses over any bare skin available on your neck and up to your jawline and you continue straining against the bed beneath you to try and give her more access.

She hums in response, and somehow even a sound as simple as that turns you on even more.

"But you're also such a fucking tease." You add and she pauses, hot lips pressed against your collar bone, before she pulls away and looks deep into your eyes. It makes you want to shudder, in a good way though. You already know what the action means.

"Fuck me." You answer her unspoken asking for consent, and a smirk invades her face before she leans in a nibbles a bit of your earlobe again.

Your hands fly to her shoulder blades as you try to pull her further against you, but strong arms keep her in position, with a leg on either side of your waist and her arms straight, hands beside your neck.

"I love you." She declares, a hand snaking it's way under your shirt only to rest upon your stomach. She mustn't have expected a response because her lips on yours prevent you from giving one apart from the moan that escapes you. You figure that's enough, though.

It's been a while since you've done something like this, where you tease each other all day. It's like a game. You build up the anticipation for each other. It doesn't lead up to disappointment, though; Oh, far from it. Days like these always lead up to the most passionate, usually roughest, hottest fucking sex you'd have together. It works for you both. It does, however, often result in being the loudest, too, so you'd have to face the girls' complaints or questions the next day. That doesn't matter right now though, all that matters is the way your lungs have already started burning for oxygen because your blood is pumping too quickly around your body. You love it.

As soon as she pulls away slightly, you find yourself gasping, chest rising and falling as you try to fill those lungs once again. Doing that only makes your still-clothed breasts press against Lauren's and you lose your breath once more.

Lauren too was trying to regain her breath, her stunning green eyes looking down (or at least what would have been down had she not have been lying above you on the hotel bed) at your chests.

Still, though, she did not fulfil your rather desperate request.

"Enough teasing, Laur." You state and quickly shimmy from under her and twist her in a way that leaves you on top and her even more breathless. Now she makes eye contact with you again.

Almost hurriedly, your own hands rest where hers had, pushing yourself up as you straddle her hips and gently begin to massage her abs.

A smirk grows on her face.

Your hands travel higher until you're cupping her breasts, and you feel her pulse quicken beneath your right palm. With a playful grin, your hands retreat until you're simply playing with the hem of the blouse she was wearing. Perhaps if a stranger walked in at that moment they may think that what you are doing is entirely innocent, but there is no innocence to it, at the least it is only coy.

"I'm supposed to be treating you tonight, y/n/n." Lauren points out with a twitch of her brow.

"So treat me." You reply with a similar tone, continuing to fiddle with the smooth fabric between your fingers.

Lauren hums again, almost contently, and is quick to move you beneath her once more.

"The girls will complain if I do." She punctuates the sentence with a swift peck on the lips. You shrug and buck your hips up to me hers, to which she smirks.

"I'll be quiet." You bargain, trying to get her to just get on with it. Your underwear is already soaked through and you were dangerously close to ruining your pants after all of this dry humping.

"Like hell you will." She comments, but proceeds to sit up on your waist, pulling her own top off before moving down to play with your waistline.

"I don't give a shit how much they complain, I need you."

Apparently that's all she needed to hear, because it's that moment that you feel the atmosphere switch, like something between you just snapped and now you're flooding into one another like a broken dam.

She instantly dives down and starts attacking your neck with hungrier, more hurried kisses than before.

She remains like that, with such high energy and speed and hunger, for much of the night. It leaves you both breathless and on the brink of passing out by the time you're done, and you know that the endless moans and screams and banging of headboards is bound to raise whines from whoever had been cursed to the room next to yours the following day, but you fall asleep tangled in one another and wake up the same.

And to think that all of that started because you'd called her soft for pouting at a picture of some puppy on Instagram.

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Agh I felt kind of weird writing full blown smut (which I did try, though) right now so I guess it's 'soft smut' idk but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.