Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Love

Lauren heard moans as soon as she entered her house.

Immediately her heart dropped and she dropped the bouquet of flowers onto the ground.

She slowly went up the stairs, seeing the door of the bedroom cracked open.

A wave of relief filled Lauren's body when she saw her girlfriend alone.

She watched her beautiful girlfriend, feeling her pants grow tight.

Y/N was masturbating, her body covered by one of her favorite blankets.

She was nude, her hand moving faster while under the covers.

Lauren loved the sound of her girlfriend's moans. If Y/N would let her, she'd record them and put them into her music.

Of course, hidden. But she wanted to hear them over and over.

It had been at least three months since the two had seen each other. Lauren had gone on tour and had to leave her love behind.

All that was heard in the room was Y/N's breathy moans and the sound of her fingers working against her wet pussy.

The girl seemed frustrated, desperate for this orgasm.

But Lauren could tell that her girlfriend was having trouble.

"Come on, come on!" The girl rasped out, her back arching as she reached her peak.

It wasn't an orgasm that satisfied her. It was short and quick.

Lauren snuck into the bedroom, finding her girlfriend's clothes in a neat pile on the floor.

The Cuban couldn't help but be amused at this.

Y/N always grew frustrated when Lauren would tear her clothes off and leave them scattered around the room. She claimed it was unnecessary and untidy.

"Hey, baby."

"Lauren!" The girl shot up, not caring that the blanket fell to expose her bare body.

She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck, bringing her lips to Lauren's.

The Cuban easily lifted her girlfriend, pulling her to sit at the edge of the bed.

Y/N immediately knew what was happening and tore the blanket away from her body.

"God, I missed you baby." Lauren groaned, grinding the bulge in her pants against her girlfriend's wet pussy.

"Oh..." the girl let a soft gasp leave her lips, her eyes shutting at the feeling.

"I had at least three nights where I had to touch myself, the thought of your pretty pussy on my mind." Lauren whispered into her girlfriend's ear, knowing that dirty talk always made the girl that much wetter.

"And you know what?"

"Hmm?" The girl hummed out, helping her girlfriend undress.

"All that time away from you only made me want to pound you and cum inside of you so much more." The Cuban felt a hand stroke her member, sighing at the feeling.

Lauren brought her hand down to her girlfriend's slick heat, feeling just how wet she already was.

"God, baby. You're dripping."

"It's been five months." The girl whined out, feeling her girlfriend's hand work against her clit.

A sigh of relief left the girl below Lauren, her hips bucking and her eyes shutting at the feeling.

"I might not even fuck you just yet." Lauren spoke, pulling her girlfriend by the hips so that her legs were dangling off the edge.

It was no secret that Y/N was flexible. That was one of the things Lauren loved about her girlfriend. All of the positions she could fuck her girlfriend in.