Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Crazier

Lauren woke up super hungover, alone.

She was nude in her own bed, the empty space beside her cold, which told her the woman she slept with was long gone.

Lauren's hand hit something, something hard and wood like.

She stretched her limbs, opening her eyes to see a canvas and a note with a singular word on it.

Thanks. Is what it read, but what brought chills down Lauren's spine was the canvas with a painting of her on it.

You see, in Miami there was a killer on the loose. A killer that painted its victims before slaughtering them. All of the victims had been male, but this painting was proof that Lauren had indeed met the killer. And that the killer was a woman.

But Lauren couldn't remember anything. The fuzziness in her head making her angry.

She couldn't even remember a name, much less a face.

But she remembered the feeling of the woman's body on her's. Soft yet firm breasts in her mouth.

Lauren shuddered at the memory, tracing her fingers over the dried paint on the canvas.

That writing was familiar.

She shook her head and got ready for work.

"Morning Miss Jauregui." Lauren's assistant spoke, bringing in her morning coffee.

Lauren couldn't help herself as she let her eyes wander over the girl's breasts as she meant over and set the coffee on her desk.

"I organized your files again, no worries about those lost papers. I found them and put them on your desk." Lauren didn't hear a word the woman was saying, just letting her eyes wander the body of the woman.

She was wearing a pencil skirt with a button up shirt that left little to the imagination.

"Miss Jauregui." Y/N snapped her fingers in front of her boss's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Y/N. I'm just tired. Thank you, you can see yourself out." Y/N nodded before finding herself in her own office, letting her mind roam freely about the night before.

Her first female body. It was all she could think about.

The smooth curves she ran her hands over. The freshly shaved vagina... she could still taste her boss's cum on her lips from the night before.

Y/N found herself painting the beautiful creature that never left her mind.

"Y/N, Miss Jauregui needs you in- holy shit what are you painting?"

"Nothing!" Y/N quickly covered her painting with a sheet.

"As I was saying, Miss Jauregui needs your signature on the papers for Hawaii."

Y/N's POV
I nodded my head and headed towards Miss Jauregui's office.

I knocked and the woman let me in, not even trying to be secret about her stares.

I signed the papers, writing a thank you to the people who helped us out.

Jauregui's eyes scanned over the paper I was writing on, then her body froze.

"Was there anything else you needed, Miss Jauregui?" I asked, looking up from the paper after setting the pen down.

"I- no, uhmm thank you." I nodded and was on my way out when I heard her whisper, "The Portrait Killer."

She had no proof that I was the killer, so I didn't worry too much.

But what did worry me was when I found her at the same bar from the night before.

"Y/N." Her eyes scanned over my body.

"Miss Jauregui." I chuckled, acting as if I didn't know she'd be here.

"You look amazing." She complimented which made me smile.

She was sadly sober which meant I couldn't make a move unless I wanted to be found out.

"Thank you." I sat beside the woman, ordering a drink for myself and the girl beside me.

"I didn't expect to see you here." The bartender chuckled at that.

"She's here every Monday and Tuesday." I glared at him which made him shut up.

Lauren hummed at this, giving me a suspicious look.

Her eyes found my neck and it seemed like a rush of recognization filled her eyes.

Shit, my tattoo.

"Y-You're-" I pulled her outside of that bar, pinning her up against the wall of an alley way.

"Lauren." She began to scream, making me cover her lips.

"Lauren calm down, please!" I exclaimed, in a whisper shout.

"I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You're the last person I'd ever want to hurt." I wiped her tears away.

I uncovered her lips when she was calm.

"Y-You're not going to kill me?" I shook my head, cupping her cheek.

"No, I would never even think of hurting you." She seemed to relax at this.

"I was never ever going to hurt you. I just.... that morning I just couldn't leave without leaving you with something. I... I wanted to remember everything. So I painted you." I felt my eyes well up with tears.

"You can turn me in if you want to. I won't stop you." I sniffled.

"You only kill men. Men that hurt people." She cupped my cheek, wiping my tears away.

"I'm not going to turn you in." My eyes met her's.

"I'm going to fuck you, but this time I'm going to remember every second of it." She slammed me up against the wall and I  gasped softly.

Welp, I guess I found someone crazier than me.