Fifth Harmony Imagines

C.C.: Wake Me Up

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Your P.O.V.

Ugh. Mornings.

I groaned internally, preparing to open my eyes and get up for the day when chilly fingers suddenly smoothed down my bare abdomen, gentle lips pressing kisses to my jaw.

I couldn't prevent a quiet noise from leaving my throat, all movements ceasing from the other body. I remained silent with my foggy, sleep-filled brain, willing the hand and lips to continue. They did after a few moments, trailing lower and lower, accompanied by a soft body moving to straddle my thighs.

Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't-

The blanket was ripped away from me, cold air instantly causing a shiver to shoot through my frame. The girl above me chuckled lightly, deft fingers tracing my jaw, moving to run along my lower lip. "Oh, Y/N. I know you're awake."

My breath hitched in my throat, both at her words and the feeling of her lips wrapping around a peaked nipple, tugging just enough to draw a whimper from my throat. "Your body gave you away, baby." She smirked against my abdomen, nipping at the taut skin, my muscles clenching at the sharp sensation.

The Cuban clicked her tongue, slowly pushing my legs apart. I was embarrassingly wet already, completely caught off guard by what she was doing. Not that I wasn't happy about it, just quite surprised.

And definitely not complaining.

I felt her smirk against my skin, biting softly on my inner thigh, running her hands along my bare legs. I couldn't help from squirming, finally opening my eyes to see Camila already staring up at me. Her bright brown eyes burned into mine, pupils blown, tongue running along her plump lips.

Fuck.

"Please, Cami." I whined, my hips involuntarily bucking towards her face. She laughed at my desperate attempt, nevertheless leaning forwards, licking agonizingly slowly around the place I wanted her most. Yet, the feeling drew a moan, teeth sinking into my bottom lip to try and keep quiet.

"What do you want, honey?" Camila purred, pulling away completely, crawling back up to capture my lips in a bruising kiss. Her long hair brushed my sensitized skin, fingers still dancing around my aching heat.

"I...I need your mouth." I could barely formulate a proper sentence, mind clouded with need and the haziness of sleep.

"Where? Here?" She kissed the soft spot under my ear, dragging her teeth along the skin, a shudder jolting through me.

"Here, maybe?" Camila bit softly on my other nipple, pressing harder against my core, a loud yelp filling the air.

"Y-you know where." I managed to grit through my teeth, hands tightening around the creamy white bed sheets below us. The girl giggled again, once again kissing down my tummy to lift the back of my thighs, sucking on the soft skin there.

I groaned frustratedly, licking my dry lips quickly. "Jesus, stop teasing me." Honestly, I didn't care that I was whining like a child; she needed to do me before I did myself.

"I didn't know my name was Jesus, Y/N."

Rolling my eyes, I nudged Camila's side with my heel, a teasing smirk on her lips. She was completely aware of what she was doing, and didn't give any shits at all that I was struggling to keep control.

She still wouldn't give me what I wanted, despite the fact that I was literally soaking the sheets. I was on the brink of grabbing her hair, when her tongue finally flattened against my aching heat, running a slowly up to my clit, taking it gently between her lips.

She sucked gently, causing me to feel my head begin spin at the soft action but overwhelming pleasure shooting through my body. "F-fuck, Mila. That feels...oh, god."

Camila hummed in laughter, the vibrations sending tingles up my spine, toes curling when she pushed through my entrance, caressing the walls of my core perfectly.

"Jesus, fuck." I groaned, instinctively trapping her head with my thighs, threading my fingers through the thickness of her hair.

She pulled away a moment, locking eyes with mine. Hers were glazed over with lust, pink lips coated in my arousal. "God, baby, you taste so fucking good."

I felt myself get even wetter, my girlfriend resuming to eagerly bring me closer to release. She slipped her tongue back inside, quickening her thrusts, grazing the spot that made my legs quiver uncontrollably.

"Oh, God." My chest was heaving at this point, abdomen knotting tighter, tighter, tighter...

I came loudly, with a string of curse words and scream of the girl's name. She kept thrusting, though slowing down significantly. I could feel another one coming on, it ripping through me suddenly and powerfully, gripping tight on Camila's hair.

After a moment she pulled out, cleaning up my access cum before latching onto my overly-sensitive clit, hips jerking towards her face. "No, I-I can't..." My voice cracked, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

"Yes you can."

Tears pricked my eyes as I came for the third time, nearly crying as overwhelming pleasure crashed through me. I released my painful grip  on Camila's hair to grip the sheets instead, almost tearing holes in them.

"I've got you, Y/N. You're okay."

She allowed me to calm down from my shaking, waiting for the three orgasms to subside before pulling away completely, softly kissing back up to my lips, brushing her fingers over my dampened face.

"God, I hate you." I breathed, opening my tired eyes to meet hers, filled with happiness and contentment.

"Mhm. I love you too, Y/N."

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i have a thing for morning sex don't judge me