Oneshots and Other Assortments

Laurmani

A/N: Bet you all think I forgot about that Laurmani smut oneshot I mentioned. Well, I didn't.

Fair warning, this is the first time I am ever attempting to do this, so please please please please please be kind if you're going to criticize it. Like, if you think it's bad, say so, but please be nice about it? 

Anyways, okay. So smut warning duh. Don't like, don't read. 

And Lauren bottoms because you will never convince me she tops, ever. Again, don't like, don't read.

Read and enjoy, hopefully.

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Lauren sighed in relief as she shut the door to the house, leaning her head against the cool wood surface.

The low thrumming of the vibrator inside her was driving her insane, and had been for the last two hours, programmed to jump up a setting for a minute before going back down again. Damn the sex toy manufacturers that thought attaching a vibrator to panties was a good idea. And damn them for being so smart and allowing the time setting.

Damn Normani, too, for making her wear them to her lectures today. Though Lauren really didn't put much of a fight about it. She found it kind of hot how dominating her girlfriend could be.

She reached down to palm the center of her jeans, but stopped when a voice questioned her.

"How was class?"

"I'm sure you know exactly how it went, you asshole."

Lauren heard Normani laugh quietly. "Are you going to apologize?"

"Why should I?"

Lauren immediately whimpered, pressing her legs together as the vibrator suddenly jumped up a setting. "Fuck you."

The thrumming soon returned to the lower setting, but Lauren's posture remained tense.

"Well, you didn't. And that's kind of what got you into this position."

Lauren turned around to argue, but stopped at the sight of Normani lying on the couch completely naked. She turned right back around to face the door, leaning her head against it as she cupped her hand over her jeans. "God dammit, woman. Are you trying to make me come?"

"No. But I am trying to get you as close to orgasm and then leave you with no release."

Well, Lauren appreciated the honesty, at least.

"Is this really about yesterday?" she asked, facing the older woman again. She tried hard not to stare at the woman, but Normani was fit, gorgeous, and overall just so damn goddess like it was difficult not to. "This can't really be about sending you nudes. We do it all the time."

Normani hummed in agreement. "We do, but it's not just about the pictures." She stood up, grabbed the small remote Lauren knew was for the vibrator, and moved toward Lauren, standing in front of her and pressing her against the door, both hands on the door on either side of Lauren. "Let's start with how you sent them to me when you knew I was at lunch with my parents," she spoke, her voice low but dripping with control. "What if they had seen them?"

"They'd know their daughter is kinky as hell."

Lauren cried as the vibrator was set to the highest setting possible, gasping and looking to the older woman pleadingly. "Mani, please."

Normani just shrugged, unperturbed. "I don't know, Laur. You got me all worked up yesterday, while I was with my parents, and then didn't follow through on a single thing like you said you'd do."