Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

You're Mine

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"I don't think you quite get it yet." She murmurs, hot breath billowing against my parted lips as my own forces itself out of my lungs. In and out. In and out. Don't forget how to breathe, Y/n.

When she trails one hand around to my front, pressed tightly between the pair of us, all thoughts of breathing goes out of the window. Her hand is hot against my middle, fingertips ablaze as they dip beneath my waistband momentarily. I don't notice the movement of my hips towards her until she stills me. I'm so close to her body, but I crave to be closer, so hungry for skin-on-skin contact that even that doesn't seem like it'd be enough.

"Get what?" I whisper, watching her every move through surely darkened eyes.

"That you're mine."

"I am yours. I know that."

"Then maybe you just need a little help remembering." An inky substance seems to pool Camila's irises, her pupils almost consuming any trace of colour. She takes my hand in hers, gently tugging for a moment before leading me through the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom.

Instantly pushing me down on the bed, she starts kissing my lips roughly enough to bruise, pushing her thigh between my legs causing me to let out a feeble moan. Seizing the opportunity, she slips her
tongue into my mouth before I even have the chance to try to regain dominance over her.

Minutes must pass with this same situation, her tongue dancing along mine as if trying to retrieve something from deep within me. When another appreciative hum leaves me, she pulls back a tad, panting to regain her breath.

"You've been such a bad girl today Y/N. I bet you've just been waiting for me to fuck you like this." She dips her head down and starts kissing and nipping at the base of my neck. I find myself desperately arching my head back, giving her more room to do... whatever the hell she's going to do to me.

"Camila, oh my god." I breathe, feeling myself dampen even more at her words.

"I'm Camila now, huh? What happened to 'Ms. Cabello'?" She retorts, pulling back and looking me in the eyes. Her right hand travels down my chest and stomach, resting again on the waistband of my pants. I close my eyes and groan, trying desperately to contain myself.

"How about this: You will refer to me as Ms. Cabello until I tell you otherwise, Y/N, or I'll leave you here, a hot, turned on mess."

Involuntarily my hips buck up into her hand, "No, please!"

"Please, who?"

"Please." I pause hesitatingly, opening my eyes to see her quirking a brow at me. I can't help but give in. "Please, Ms. Cabello."

Camila smirks at me. "Good girl."

She gets back to work on my neck, kissing and sucking until I'm sure I'm going to have physical evidence of it for the next week.

Moving lower, Camila puts
both of her hands under my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it to the floor before reaching behind my back to unclasp the latch on my bra to remove the offending piece of clothing.

Now exposed, my chest heaves as I watch her every move with half-closed eyes. Taking my left nipple in her mouth, she swirls her tongue around the already hardening bud as she reaches over and massages my other breast. Locking my hand in her dark locks and moaning in pleasure, more liquid gushes from my aching core.

"Ca- Ms. Cabello, please, I need you."

She sits straight up, finally deciding to take her own shirt and bra off before shedding me of my pants, leaving me in just my ruined underwear. A low, rumbling growl leaves her throat at the sight and she crawls down between my legs. She all but tears my underwear off before roughly putting my legs over her shoulders. I whine at the cold air that whips against me, hook my ankles together, and circle my hips trying to get some kind of friction to relieve the throbbing between my legs.

"What do you want, baby girl?" She asks, looking into my eyes and smirking, knowing she was in complete control at this moment.

"Please, Ms. Cabello!" I cry, hoping she would just do something. Still, I don't dare tug her down by my hands which are still gripping her scalp.

"Use your words, babe." She instructs clearly, lowering herself further though remaining an inch or so away from where she should be. Her hot breath on my center just turns me on more.

"Fuck me, Ms. Cabello! Please!" I whine pathetically, my hips bucking towards her face, not being able to handle the sight of the gorgeous woman between my legs.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She chuckles, licking a stripe up my wet center before pressing her tongue on my clit, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck!" I yell as she takes one slender finger and slides it into my dripping pussy, setting a torturous pace. "More. I need- god, I need more."

"Do you want more of my fingers Y/N? Do you want me to fuck you so hard that the only thing you'll know is that your mine?" And with that she puts a second finger in, speeding up to a much faster pace, curling her fingers inside me in all the right places.

Eyes squeezing shut, my body twists in the already messed sheets as I groan, feeling the knot in my stomach growing tighter as an all too familiar feeling builds in my core, tensing my abdomen as it takes control of my thoughts.

"Look at me when you cum, baby." She says so simply. My eyes snap open and look into her dark brown orbs, not quite sure when that'll happen and not wanting to risk more torture.

All of a sudden she decides to lightly bite down on my swollen clit as she curls her fingers roughly within me causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through my body as I cry out her name. The one she usually reserved for school.

"What are you?" She whispers, voice barely making it to my ears over my own heavy breathing mingled with moans.

"Yours?" I question, not quite grasping what she wants me to say. My mind is in a haze, glazed over and fogged by the heat growing within me, building like a great tsunami that threatens to break my shores.

"That's right." She grins with my clit once again between her teeth, laughing a little. The vibrations of her breath fill every ounce of my body and I struggle to keep my eyes on her, though I never want to look away, "You're mine. Mine and only mine. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Ms. Cabello. Only yours." I sigh, tensing magnificently as she slows her movements and adds yet another finger. Jesus fucking Chri-

"Cum for me, then. If you're mine. Cum for me."

And I do. God, I do. I cum harder than I ever have before, harder than I likely will ever again. That tsunami does more than break me, it absolutely devastates me. My hearing gives out, though I can feel the scream that forces its way through my body. My eyes, unfortunately, clench shut too as my back completely leaves the surface of the bed, arched to the point it feels like it may snap it two. The only things anchoring me are my own head and her, her arms wrapped firmly against my tightened thighs, holding me steady. My entire body seizes up, knuckles turning a brilliant white, toes curling and trembling. Then, it all comes back. I collapse into the mattress, completely and utterly spent, breath now mixed with whimpers as aftershocks run through my veins, attacking my muscles with small spasms.

While I come down from my high, Camila continues to pump her fingers to prolong my torturous release before pulling out and crawling up my body to kiss my lips.

"That was...wow." I breathe, trying to catch my breath from the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had.

She chuckles, kissing my lips softly again before pulling me into her arms and tugging a thin cover over our sweating bodies, as if she knew how oddly freezing cold I felt, despite the fire that had just roared between us.

"Go to sleep, baby." she whispers, and with that, I drift off.