Lesbian Imagines

Fine specimen; Lauren Jauregui

A: I totally added Sterek in this piece because otp and I thought it would be cute to have a little gender diffusion between gay peeps in this one-shot so fair warning there's a bit of boyxboy material in this sorry if it makes you uncomfortable 😬

for; @LaurensPussyFlexinn

warning: public sexual interaction and fingering

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"Stop pinning from afar and go make that fine specimen of a woman yours." I startle in my sit nearly falling over before turning to glare at the owner of the voice. I render the man with a very pointed glare that he simply laughs at instead of cowering away from. "One, you're as scary as a basket full of kittens." He pauses just long enough for me to interject, "Kittens in a basket are pretty scary if you're allergic to them and break out in hives." I point out with a grin when he wheezes out a laugh, yeah he's totally drunk. "And two, I did not know that you were into tall dark and broody." Stiles finally finishes and I blush.

"What do you mean? She's not broody, she literally has been smiling all night." I roll my eyes at him but he simply leans in closer to me furthering my blush with his words. "Then why is she glaring at me like I've been skinning puppies and kittens and leaving them on her doorstep? maybe because I'm stealing your attention." He licks his lips locking eyes with the raven haired beauty before continuing to -what may look like from afar- 'flirt' with me. "Where's Derek?" I ask watching as his grin falls and is replaced by a scowl. "Who cares as long as he's far away from me." The pale man grumbles reaching for a beer that doesn't belong to him. "Fight?" I raise an eyebrow because usually, they were joint at the hip.

"No just him being his usual dick self but I'm not caving, not this time honey, nun huh, he will not be getting a piece of this ass for a month." His words are slurred and I can't help but giggle because we both know that Stiles can't go a day without said man's dick and wow ew, why am I so invested in my friend's sex life rather than my own? "Oh speak of the devil and he shall appear." I snort catching a glimpse of a leather jacket and green hazel eyes. Stiles' head whips around towards the entrance almost quick enough for him to catch whiplash and it scares me for a second. "Oh that fucking- wait I got an idea." He turns back to me with a mischievous smirk. I sip at the foam of my beer giving him a quirked eyebrow in response.

"Tell you what let's help each other out with our men and women problems." He wiggles his eyes and I hope he's not implying what I think he's implying. "Stiles Stilinki, no I will not have sex with you I am one hundred and five percent-" I begin but he cuts me off quickly. "Ew no! I was gonna make you dance with me! Because jealousy is key! Oh my god! Ewwww! Head out of the gutter sister!" He fails his limbs out awkwardly and dramatically as he sends me a grimace. "That would never work, Derek knows you're gay." I point out but he waves me off. "Babygirl I'm as Nsync would put it, bi bi bi and Derek would get jealous of a pole if it could flirt with me now cmon!" He yanks me out of my stool and over to the dance floor.

There's a chorus of "Hey!'s" and "Watch it!'s" as Stiles shoves his way to the center of the dance floor. Of course, he wants to be front and center. When intoxicated Stiles becomes a different person, not necessarily a good or bad thing, He's no longer shy of the lingering eyes but confident something I wish I had. Abruptly he grabs my hips and pulls my body closer to his. "Just follow my lead and you should be getting laid tonight." he whispers into my ear, his eyes searching for Derek's.

As if fate was on our side the song changes to something more slow and seductive. Our bodies mold together imperfectly and his hands feel too large and rough on my hips but I quickly swallow my discomfort when Stiles snickers into my ear about Derek spotting us. Bravely, I grind our bodies together sparing a glance over his shoulder to spot raven haired beauty glaring daggers into Stiles' back. I bite my lip before grabbing Stiles hips forcing dominance and pulling his back to my chest. It's slightly awkward with him being taller but we make it work plus the fact that I feel more comfortable in this position.

My eyes stay locked with the other woman's as I grind along Stiles' ass (more his thigh than anything because hello he's taller than me) skillfully and slow. When I break eye contact with her I spot Derek looking like he's about to burst an artery. Turning back to the woman I smirk when she looks to be having the same expression as Derek expect that while his were directed towards me, hers is towards Stiles. I lean up against his back to whisper in his ear, "You were right, jealousy is key." I giggle and he laughs slightly shaking his head. "Let's really show these losers what they're missing." He turns to me and I grin,

"I'm not kissing you Stilinki." I formally announce low enough for only him to hear. He huffs "You're no fun." before exposing his neck with a smirk twisting at his lips. I lean up catching his drift before taking a deep breath because this is basically asking Derek Hale to snap my neck, which he is more than capable of doing thank you very much. Saying a quick prayer I press my lips to the mole littered, pale skin, slyly avoiding a previous hickey from Derek himself. I've barely begun to suck when sudden Stiles is ripped from my grasp by a growling (?) Derek.

Stiles looks smug snatching his arm away. "Hey, we're just having a little fun, right y/n?" He grins but Derek gives a look that says he'll most likely claw out my throat and shatter my spleen if I speak. In defense, I raise my hands stepping back. I watch as Derek hauls (literally) Stiles off the dance floor. "Good luck!" I hear Stiles call before he and Derek disappear from my line of vision completely. Turning around I nearly have a heart attack when raven haired beauty is barely three meters away from my face.

"Dance with me." She demands rather than asks. I'm just about to open my mouth to tell her off until I realize that this is exactly what I have been wanting all night. I simply nod my head as she places a possessive hand on hips. "You know I've been eyeing you all night?" She breathes hotly into my ear and I can't stop the flush from covering my cheeks. "I started to come over and talk to you until that bastard came and whisked you." Her voice is sweet like her gentle touch that leaves goosebumps in their wake.

The words that I want to speak die out in my throat when she grinds against me. I moan softly and I'm sure she doesn't hear it over the music until I see the unholy smirk on her face. "That show you put on was," She pauses to find the right word. "Enduring, but not very entertaining." She finishes with an unamused expression. "I'd prefer for you to do those things to me." She stares at me with a glint in her eyes that make my heart skip a beat.

Something about her is so fierce and demanding that I feel obligated to obey her. She bares her neck to me as Stiles had earlier but her expression is needy and I nearly pounce on her. Her skin tastes like salt and honey combined and the sound she lets out has me sucking harder. The taste of metal has never tasted so sweet on my tongue before she shoves me off. The hickey is an angry red color coated in saliva and I can't help but feel slightly smug and guilty.

"I'm sorry, we don't even know each other- I misinterpreted that and I-" Before I can even finish she's pulling me closer and sliding her hand into my pants. My breath hitches and I groan when she starts to do this thing with her finger that just really shouldn't be done to a woman in a public place. I whimper when one of her fingers come into contact with my clit while the other one search for an entrance. With the quiet moan that leaves my mouth and the quickened breaths its obvious that she found what she was looking for. She pulls me closer trying to make it look like she's not fingering me on the dance floor and make it look like I'm not three seconds away from an orgasm.

Normally I would curse the dim lighting in clubs but looks like I'll be praising them tonight. One of her fingers nudges my g-spot head on and I cry hold digging nails into her shoulder. She simply grunts going deeper and dear lord I'm seeing stars. It doesn't help that falsetto by the dream is being played by the DJ, just encourages me to be louder. When her fingers hit that bundle of nerve I can't help but come undone. I pant, my cheeks flushed and eyes drooping slightly.

Teasingly she pulls her cum covered fingers out of my pants and sucks on them and fuck me christ on a bike what else can that tongue do? "Names Lauren and I'd really enjoy if we continued in the comfort of my house." Still panting I look up into her eyes. "Y/n and I think- that would be best." I reply with a lazy grin.

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A: hoela hoes, I'll be trying to update your request more frequently but I can't promise shit because school always sneaks up like a little bitch and bites me in the ass and yeah, I hope I didn't bother some of you guys with my Sterek obsession, haha xx