Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Pity Fuck

Prompt: Lauren Jauregui is twenty one, slightly above average weight  weight, more reclusive than a hermit crab, and head over heels in love with you: which is why she wants you to throw her a “pity fuck" for her first time.

“Lauren it's not the END of the world. So you're still a virgin, HONOR that. Be happy you're one of the lucky people in this world that still has her virtue."

No one understood, not even my best friend Y/N Y/L/N, who was the apple of my eye. At twenty three with an Masters degree in Criminal Law, Y/N Y/L/N was the most refined, elegant, and classic version of a female in the twenty first century you could hope to know. Her hair which was long and black, fell down her shoulders complimenting her tan skin which was a stark comparison to mine.

Unlike me, she looked AND filled the part of a Victoria's Secret model. Her body was toned to perfection, a cute butterfly belly ring held in place on her stomach. Y/N was around my height or a little taller, her long, smooth legs on display for my lustful gaze.

I was twenty, working on my Master's degree in photography and about as chubby as the Philsberry Dough Boy. I was also an outed lesbian much as Y/N was, but with glasses framing my face and an out of shape body, there was no way in hell I'd get the attention of ANY girl. Aside from Y/N.

She was always the one person that either loved me unconditionally or felt the most sympathy for me. The dark haired girl had been my first kiss a little over a year ago, and ever since then I'd seen her in a new light. The way she LAUGHED, the way she SMILED, how INTELLECTUAL she was and the kindness that exuded from her personality all add me fall more and more in love with her.

“You wouldn't understand Y/N. I'm twenty years old, I should've ALREADY experienced loosing my virtue. I'm turning twenty one in two weeks. I'll be old enough to drink, but I'll STILL be a prude virgin NO ONE wants."

“Hey," Y/N took my black rimmed glasses off, placing them on the coffee table next to us as I started to cry. “Don't EVER talk about yourself like that again. You're going to find someone who loves you for you and share all your secrets and virtues with them."

“Someone l-like you?" Y/N's crystal blue eyes locked with mine, a small smile on her lips.

“Someone BETTER than me." I gasped as I felt the softness of her lips on mine, savoring the taste and feel of her smooth, plump lips on mine. She had been my first kiss in high school. I was a shy, outed, bullied freshman and she was the most popular, beautiful, junior that roamed the halls. Luckily, she stayed true to her roots and kept me as a friend, sparing me the pain I felt when I confessed to her that a couple of her friends had bullied me and told me no one would ever want to kiss me. That's when I got my first kiss and when I first fell in love with Y/N.

“NO ONE'S better than you. You're the ONLY person that makes me feel loved and accepted and wanted. Not to mention that you're extremely beautiful."

Y/N blushed and pecked my cheek, curling up against me as we continued binge watching American Horror Story and eating popcorn.

“If you could find THAT kind of confidence to talk to a girl, you'd have a line outside your door Laur." 'I don't NEED a line outside my door, I need YOU.' Lauren thought.

“Well what about you? I mean, you have the KEY to my door."

“Laur, we're BEST FRIENDS. Maybe if I hadn't known you for HALF of my life I would travel down that road with you, but you KNOW my thing about dating friends. I've done it before and they've ALL ended in broken relationships AND friendships. I didn't really mind loosing a few friends, but I will NOT loose you."