Camila Cabello Imagines

Drunk Camila

It was around three in the morning when i woke up to the sounds of banging on my door 'who the fuck is this' i thought getting out my bed whoever its is bette be important interrupting my sleep. The pounding was growing louder each step took finely working a nerve inside me

"alright! I'm coming", i looked through the peep hole and didn't see anything i groaned turning back to my room when the funding started again i looked again nearing falling on my ass when i seen a very smelly camila fill my view unlocking the door i was met with a very intoxicated camila i bent down picking her up from the floor

"ugh Camila not again" i said pulling her into the apartment scrunching my nose in the process

"jesus how much did you have to drink" she held up her fingers counting the drinks

"just one i p-p-romise" she laughed falling into me

"yeah one my ass Camila come you smell like a fucking liquor store"

"you have a fine ass" camila said biting the corner of lip

"thank you?" i eyed her weirdly she was still leaning against the wall eyeing me her eyes darkening,

"look ill be right back then your going to take shower" she walked closer to me failing to realize the chair in front of her camila flipped over the chair landing on the ground with a loud thud i burst out laughing

"camila! oh my god are you o-okay" i couldn't keep a straight face she groaned on the fall

"i think the floor broke me" she winced trying to push herself up from the floor i reached down pulling her up from the floor she leaned her head on my shoulder sighing, she trailed her hands down cupping my ass i gasped in shock pushing her

"Camila!...thats it lets go into the shower before i beat your ass " she giggled

"hmmm only if you shower with me" she smirked again

"fine if you insist" her eyes widen walking us to the bathroom she began undressing when she was done she looked at me

"bitch you would've thought...now hurry up" i shut the bathroom door making my way back to my room.

The sun was shining brightly into the room i sighed stretching my arms and legs i heard groaning sounds coming from the bathroom grinning i reached beside my bed pulling an horn i kept actually i don't know why but anyways, i tip toed to the bathroom door camila was leaning over the sink i pressed the button of the spray bottle sending camila flying into the wall she glared at me

"Y/N!" my turn to run i dashed out of the bathroom running into the living room with camila hot on my trail

"Y/n you are so dead when i get my hands on you" i dashed into the kitchen passing by the chair camila fell over last night i hid behind the fridge my eyes widened when i heard a big crash

"this fucking chair! y/n i hate you"

"hahaha oh my hahahah not again babe..."

"yeah yeah take a picture it'll last longer now help me up ass"

i leaned down giving her my hand she smirked oh no she pulled me down onto her she leaned up kissing my lips hands trailing down my back to my ass i groaned putting my head in the crook of her neck "you have a bad fascination with my ass..."

"know why because it my ass...now come take a shower with me this time"

"nope...stop coming home drunk i need my sleep"

"fine...now lets go"

we both got up from the floor i followed her through the hallway towards our room i bent down grabbing my phone from charging when i feel a hard smack to my backside

"Camila!! you are so fucking dead" i heard her laughing in the shower i laughed running in after her.

AN: Something i wrote up quickly