camila cabello • one-shots & imagines ♡

competitive spirits

nsfw / smut! xo

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"I bet you couldn't nutmeg me if you tried!" Camila challenges, one of her eyebrows raising with a smirk written across her lips. I sighed, sitting back on a steel bench as our team watched the situation unfold while putting their gear on. The California sun glared down at us, watching as our team picks up another morning practice to get ourselves in shape. We've got a big game we have scheduled this weekend and Jill wouldn't be very pleased to know we've been slacking off when we have time to take advantage of.

"How are you so energetic at six in the morning, Cabello?" I reply, my palms rising to rub the drowsiness from my face.

"Oh c'mon, mornings aren't all that bad..." she protests. I look at her in disbelief, reaching my hands out to beckon her on my lap. Camila obliged, adjusting her arms to relax around my shoulders as she glanced down at me with the softest eyes.

"They are definitely not the best though. I haven't had my coffee yet," I argue. Camila lets out an adorable laugh, her nose scrunching up the way it does whenever she's amused. I shake my head at this. "It's not even funny, stop!"

"Hey now, don't blame me for you waking up later than the alarm. Skipping half of breakfast time was your choice!" As I feigned a pout, Camila brings a hand up to squish my cheeks, muttering a quiet apology as she pecked my lips. "You'll feel better in no time. Don't be such a baby."

Camila and I have been together for a couple of months now - a change in our chemistry that I absolutely do not regret. The both of us were selected to become players of the United States women's national team around the same time. Camila had more experience with them than I did though so she likes to rub that victory in my face at times.

Doesn't change the other victories I've had over her though...

"Fine, fine... but I can't believe how fast you've changed from sleeping in 'till the afternoon to being the spry Morning Camila I'm bearing witness to right now." My girlfriend shrugs at the evolution of her sleeping habits, moving to bury her face in the crook of my neck.

"You're warm," she whispers.

"See? Don't you wished you stayed in bed a little longer?" I ask.

"If you two keep this mushy display up, I might puke!" Rose intervenes teasingly, performing her weird little dance in front of us before jogging on to the turf at the sound of a sharp whistle. I hum, patting Camila on her butt to gesture her to move. It takes her some time to budge but knowing that practice passes by faster when we're in the midst of it, she stands on her feet.

"Gimme kiss so I can survive today," I say. It came out more like a question than it did a statement.

Camila shook her head and urged me to stand up before laying a brief kiss on my lips. What a victory to be the receiver of Camila Cabello's affection.

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"That's that, girls! Good job. I'm leaving the rest of the day for you all to rest and do whatever you need to do. Don't forget we've got another one of these but tomorrow afternoon. Do not be late or I'll be makin' you do suicides!" Coach Jill shouts, her hands brought together in a conclusive clap to signal the end of practice.

"Ladies," Alex sings. "Why don't we have ourselves a little scrimmage?"

"I'm down," Crystal exclaims, her shoulders rising in a shrug. A collective noise of 'yes' sounds from the rest of our teammates before they start to gather up in two, separate teams.

Willingly, I begin to walk in the direction to a team but was pulled back by a hand clutching at my arm. "As much as a scrimmage sounds fun right now, (Y/N) and I have date night!" Camila announces over her shoulder, not even looking back to see she was holding on to me as she marched us back to our bags.