Summary- Camila decided to change her middle name to her first name, and she just ~really~ likes the way it sounds coming from her girlfriends mouth.
Warnings- this is basically just smut with a hint of plot, lol.
a/n- just a side note but y'all should totally listen to the song Smile by Kota the Friend, shits incredible.
"Karla, baby, are you listening to me?" y/n asked, her eyebrow raising on it's own accord. She was layed in their bed, thick white sheets covering most of her half-naked skin, and she was staring intently up at her girlfriend who had a laptop planted in her lap, her fingers tapping vigorously on the keys.
It was Saturday, to early in the morning to be considered afternoon, but late enough that most would call them lazy for still being sprawled out in bed. But Camila didn't have work, having a break from her job at the recording studio in which she worked, and y/n didn't have to go in for another hour or two. So they both stayed in bed, y/n half asleep as she watched idly as Camila wrote the lyrics to a song she had been working on, watching the crease in her eyebrow as she rewrote words and reevaluated rythms. y/n had always loved watching Camila work on her art, as she could practically see the creative energy and talent radiating off of her girlfriend.
But what she didn't like, is when she's talking directly to her girlfriend for twenty minutes but fails to get a response since the older woman is so wrapped up in her work.
"Hmm? Yeah of course." Camila mumbled absentmindedly, not even taking her eyes off of the computer screen. y/n just looked at her with an unconvinced look, unamused by the obvious lie.
y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes, letting them scan the room before landing unceriomonsly on the brunette who sat, propped up by the wooden headboard. She looked particularly beautiful this morning, which only managed to annoy y/n even more since it was unfair for the older girl to look that good and still not be paying attention to her; She had on nothing but lacey black underwear and an oversized white button-up that, for the life of her, y/n couldn't figure out where she got it. Because it definitely wasn't either of their sizes. Her brown hair was mussed and ratty, a mess that looked close to an untamed mane framing her makeup-less face. And she had illuminated light leaking in through the half-closed blinds covering the window to her far right, it basked over her tan skin and made the sun-kissed flesh glow.
It was safe to say that y/n was absolutely in love with the sight of her.
"Well as I was saying-- I want to sit on your face and ride your tongue until I cum screaming your nam-" y/n smirked as she said the words, watching as Camila eye's widened comically wide, snapping over to y/n with a very intrigued expression, "Huh?"
"See and if you were listening to me darling, you'd know that I was talking about having to go to work soon. Not about sitting on your face, baby." y/n chuckled, watching Camila's lustful expression quickly melt into one of dissapointment.
Camila rolled her eyes lightly but gently closed her laptop before placing it on the bedside table besides her before positioning her body to be looking down at the girl sprawled out across white sheets and plush pillows, clad in nothing but a baby pink thong and a matching bralette. The strips of lights from the window contrasted against her y/s/c skin and the white sheets covered bits of her exposed body. Camila couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her.
"I'm sorry, I got distracted. But now that I'm listening, how about you go back to that thing before the work." Camila suggested with a small smirk, gesturing with her hands for y/n to reverse to her previous words.
