Only Fools (Camila/You)

Priorities

Slight jump

"Y/n, have you seen Camila? She was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago. She said if she were late, to ask you." I rolled my eyes then slapped on a convincing smile. "Not sure, Rongerino. I think I saw her eating in the hall last!" He nodded and said a quick thanks before walking from the dressing room.

"He gone?" I heard Camila whisper from her crouched position from behind the couch. "Yep." I chuckle and smirk as she pops from her spot right back onto my lap.

Have I mentioned she's very much naked?

She pulls me into a heated kiss that makes my head spin. "Can we finish later?" I scoff at her question making her pout and tilt her head. "What?" She asks sadly.

"We both know your ass is gonna be asleep by the time we hop on the bus." I raise a challenging eyebrow at her. "Nope" she closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Oh yeah? Why not?"

"Because I'm horny, Y/n" she bounces frustratingly on my lap. I watch as she gasps and begins to roll her hips against me.

I almost forget where we are as I observe her, mesmerized. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, her arms are loosely around my neck, her mouth slightly open as she continues to grind against me.

"Hey, stop that!" I say once my senses come back. I grab her hips then lay her to the left of me and climb between her legs. "You're getting these jeans very wet." I said motioning to the obnoxious wet spot.

Camila grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me down roughly "That's why I took mine off." She whispers into my ear before taking my lobe into her mouth, nibbling playfully.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me down to connect our centers. She pants heavily into my ear as she continues to thrust up into me.

"I have something for you" I say lowly into her ear. "Oh yeah, baby? Give it to me" she moans back.

I quickly wriggle from her hold and bounce my way across the room.

"Chinga tu madre, Y/f/n. I have half the mind to break up with you." She mutters angrily from the couch. "I'll make it up to you I promise!" I hear shuffling from behind me so I assume she's putting her clothes back on.

I pick up the cardboard box and walk my way back over to my angry girlfriend. "Our first show, in Barcelona, a fan got us each a soccer jersey, remember." I began explaining as I tore the box open. Camila simply grunted in response.

"I thought you looked amazing, so I got you a shit ton." I finish by pulling a green Mexico jersey from the box. "Some of them are cropped and they all have your name on the back."

She grabbed the box and opened it further, her eyes widening at the stacks I got her. "You're the cutest- oh my goodness I love you." She began to pepper kisses all over my face making me giggle. "Tickles" I mutter out before looking over at the door to find an annoyed Roger.

"Camila! Why are you still not glammed?"

"Y/n isn't glammed either" she pouted and poked me like a child. "I'm not in charge of Y/n am I?" She shook her head sadly and he sighed. "Please get to glams. They've been waiting. You too, Y/n" Roger scolded then exited the room once again.