Lauren Jauregui Imagines

scratches

You're also famous in this somehow.

You were talking, more like yelling due to the loud music, with one of your friends when you felt someone pull at the back of your t-shirt, pulling it up and whooping.

"What the – " You craned your neck to see one of your other friends, drunk out of her mind, holding up her phone camera to your back.

"Whoo! (Y/N), you gettin' laid?" She slurred, her videotaping probably not so good.

You blocked the flash before fully turning around, bringing your shirt down as you did so. You lowered her arm, trying to get her phone out of her grasp to delete the video. Apparently she wasn't as drunk as you thought because she laughed at your attempt, holding the phone out of your reach. She was fiddling with the screen as she held you back, pressing here and there before she exclaimed.

"Posted!" She laughed, stumbling away into the crowd.

You groaned. Whatever, she probably didn't even get anything. You walked over to a cooler to grab a beer, gulping down a large portion of it in frustration. You felt a hand at your shoulder before someone's face nuzzled into your neck.

"Hey, baby," Your girlfriend whispered. "Let's go home."

You nodded, pecking her lips before taking her hand in yours as she dragged you to your car. You had only had about one drink the whole night, so it was fine. You drove to your apartment in silence, Lauren dozing off in the passenger seat.

The next day you woke up to Lauren pushing at your shoulder, letting out a frustrated huff and murmuring something about your phone. You peeked your eye open, the sound of vibrations against wood suddenly becoming louder. You groaned, reaching over Lauren's body to pick up your phone. She cuddled in closer to you when you sunk back down into your spot. You wrapped one of your arms around her while bringing your phone up to your ear with the other. (Your best friend's name) was calling.

"Hello?" You answered, your voice groggy. You heard laughter on the other end.

"Wow, (Y/N)! You must be good!" And then more laughing.

"What?" You hissed sleepily.

"You haven't seen it?" They laughed out breathily.

"What? Seen what?"

"Okay, okay. Tell me... that you don't have tons of scratches on your back from sex?" They said once they had calmed down their laughing.

Your eyes widened. As a matter of fact you did, and you suddenly knew what they were talking about. You looked down at Lauren but she had fallen back asleep against you.

"W-what?" You stuttered, sitting up but being careful to not wake Lauren.

"Oh my God! Bitch, theres a video someone took of you online! They lifted your shirt up at some party! And, God, the amount of scratches, like," They paused, trying to stifle their laugh. You rolled your eyes. "God, I wish someone were fucking me that good," And then there was more laughter. You brought a hand up to your forehead, closing your eyes.

"And, and, and! Since you're dating Lauren, oh my God. The tweets are so funny. They're like, 'I knew Lauren was a bottom.' Or," They laughed, "Ok, let me read this one to you, 'Damn, if (Y/N) is that good can someone tell her I'm free this,'" There was laughter again before they continued, "'Thursday night and every single night after that," The laughter got louder and you felt Lauren stir.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, thanks. Very funny. Listen I'll call you later. Thanks for the... information," You said hastily.

They laughed again, "Yeah, okay. Bye!" And then the line was dead.

You sighed, pushing the top edge of your phone onto your forehead. Then you chuckled a bit, your shoulders shaking in a silent laugh. You shook your head and laid back down, a laugh escaping your mouth as you did so. Lauren stirred again, her body gravitating towards you again.

She hummed before speaking, "What was that about?"

"Um, well," You started debating in your head how to explain that the internet now had a glance into your sex life. "Uh, wait."

You searched your name into google, your wikipedia page coming into view, followed by articles that had something to do with Lauren, sex, back scratches, or all three. You pressed on a link and handed your phone to Lauren.

She took it from you, and you could tell she had read the headline when her eyes widened, her sleepy state gone almost instantly. She chuckled, her mouth opening in a combination of a wide smile and shock. She looked over at you, laughing when you matched her gaze. You couldn't help but burst out laughing with her.

"Oh my God," She whispered, her eyes looking back and forth between your phone and you.

"Yeah," You sighed out, nodding your head shortly.

"That's kinda funny. My God," She laughed out.

"Hmm, yeah, okay. You know they know it was you who gave me those, right?" You asked, nuzzling your face into her neck.

She laughed again. "Yeah, I assumed. You really are just that good, baby," She said, her voice both joking and sensual.

You barked out a laugh, pecking Lauren's cheek when she turned over to put your phone back on the night stand.

She turned her face back to you, a wide smile spread across it. She placed one of her hands on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a soft kiss. Quickly, it got heated, and you found yourself completely on top of her, your tongue poking at her bottom lip. Instead of granting you entrance, she pulled back.

"Hmm," She hummed as she stroked your back through your shirt. "How 'bout I give you some more?"

Sorry this is kinda late! I was trying to write a soulmate au imagine but it's turning out really long so I wrote this in the meantime. Hope you all enjoyed!