Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Rough Rider

Prompt: You're a vampire in love with Lauren. In your opinion, the slow, sweet love making is the best in the world. It couldn't get any better. However, Lauren begs to differ. She wants to experience the roughness and aggressiveness she knows you can give to her.

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“Mm, you're always in such a rush baby. Why don't we go upstairs?" Y/N barely managed to get out as Lauren pressed her back against the front door, roughly pressing her lips against her girlfriend's in a blur of lust and passion.

The night had been uneventful for the both of them. They'd attended church, went grocery shopping and gone to a baby shower thrown by Dinah in preparation for her and Camila's soon to arrive baby boy.

Lauren could vividly recall how enthralling Camila had described the baby making process a few nights ago. Y/N and Dinah had gone out hunting in the woods, leaving Camila and Lauren alone in the condo Y/N and Lauren rented. She said Dinah was pumped up on an adrenaline rush and couldn't contain herself that night. Things got so intense that the neighbors thought Camila was in danger and called 911. Scratch marks were placed everywhere. Camila said she was so sore the next morning, but that she enjoyed everything. Dinah felt bad seeing how many bruises Camila had, but forgave herself when Camila said she was fine. She even mentioned the embarrassing detail of having to buy another bed because Dinah had broken and ripped through the rails, mattress, anything she could sink her fangs and nails into.

“No baby, let's do it right here. I want you to fuck me right here." Lauren pulled back, hoping Y/N would change her mind about not taking Lauren harder. Y/N and Dinah might've both been vampires, but they acted almost completely different - in bed at least - from what Lauren could tell.

Dinah was more open to suggestion and ideas. Camila didn't have to beg for it to be rough, it was practically volunteered. Dinah was of course younger and not as strong as Y/N. She also inherited a dick after she turned, something Y/N had since birth.

Y/N was more gentle and passionate. She grew up in times where bondage and domination weren't even ideas forming in people's minds. She believed in the old fashioned way. The safer way. She wouldn't dare mark Lauren unless she actually had to.

“You're not going to be comfortable. I would rather make love to you on our bed." Y/N panted.

Lauren groaned in disappointment, pulling away from Y/N completely. She was tired of the same old routine. She craved - no needed rougher sex. Her body held a fire that needed to be extinguished, and fast. Lauren wasn't sure how much more she could put up with.

“That's just it, I don't want to make love for once! Why are you so against fucking? You can't even say the word fuck."

“Lauren please. Its in your best interest that I don't get rough with you. I don't want to hurt you," Y/N pleaded. “And that's technically not a word. I mean it's not in the dictionary."

“Well until it becomes a part of your vocabulary, we aren't having sex anymore." Lauren asserted. Things had to change, and she had never wanted to resort to this method of getting what she wanted. It was her only hope though. Maybe this would get Y/N to change her old-fashioned ways.

“Don't do this love," Y/N flashed in front of Lauren, catching the green eyed girl off guard. She sometimes forgot that Y/N would appear in front of her in the flick of a light at times.

“I thought you would be more understanding. I'm a vampire Lauren. And although I wished I was normal so I could properly fulfill your desires, I can't. I could seriously hurt you. Hell I could kill you with one touch if I lost control. I've killed four hundred pound animals before. What do you think I'd do to you and you don't even weigh a third of that? I don't trust myself enough to get rough with you. Not yet at least."