Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Lauren's Little Lady

Prompt: Read to find out 😁

“MHMM, THAT FEELS AMAZING." I smirked and placed more kisses around Lauren's pale skin, wanting to not only make her feel good, but wanting to make this moment last. Lauren always had a busy schedule, somewhere else to be, or something urgent coming up. Whatever it was, I trusted her, but it didn't mean I was completely satisfied.

“Baby please, I'm begging now. And I n-never beg." She adorably whined. I sat back against my headboard with her still pressed flush against my lap and worked on her bra clasp which took less than a second to remove. I admired her perfect breasts with my hands and lavished them with even more attention with my mouth when a phone rang. Can you guess who's phone it was?

“Mhmm no, don't answer it." She squirmed in my lap to get to her phone which was buzzing on my nightstand.

“B-baby I need to. It could b-be serious. Hello?" She hurriedly panted into her phone as she managed to escape my grasp. I sighed in frustration as she climbed off of me, and when she recited her infamous, “I'll be right there" phrase, I started to grow angry. We'd had a perfect night before she had to go running off on me - again.

“Y/N? Baby I'm sorry it's — "

“An emergency, something urgent, unexplainable, but you need to leave and you'll call me tomorrow. I think I'm getting even better at reciting that bullshit than you Lauren." I snapped as I grabbed my shirt and put it back on.

Before you judge me for being rude and inconsiderate, hear me out. Lauren and I had been dating for a whole year now, but it seemed I was more invested in this relationship than she was. I know I sounded needy and irrotational, but I love Lauren with everything in me, and it kills me that I only get three hour dates with her sometimes.

“Please don't be mad at me baby," she wrapped her arms around my neck as I walked to my kitchen. “I'm going to make all of this up to you soon. I promise. Just bear with me for a little while longer okay?"

The old me would've shut this shit down a long time ago, but I was older now and when you have a girlfriend as beautiful as Lauren Jauregui kissing all over your neck and face, you'd learn to forgive easily too.

“Fine. But you owe me big time," I huffed as I grabbed my jacket and keys. “You ready?"

“Yes, and hey," I grabbed Lauren's waist as she kissed me and groaned as she pulled away. “I love you."

“I love you more Laur."

“I MEAN I REALLY LOVE HER," I expressed to my best friends Joe, Bella, and Nikki at lunch the next day. “I just don't know why I can't spend more than a few hours with her sometimes."

“This isn't going to be what you want to hear, but it sounds like Lauren's hiding something from you." Nikki said.

“You're right, I don't want to hear that. Guys, I trust Lauren."

“Enough to let her stomp all over your heart? She's treating you like a booty call Y/N." Bella gave her opinion about my girlfriend. In her defense, Lauren's actions had been a little untrustworthy, but she didn't know Lauren like I did. Or at least the way I thought I did.