Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Bonus Scene

Found this in my notes and figured you guys deserved it :)
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"You seem to be making a habit of receiving a detention, Y/l/n." Camila sighs and rubs at her temples. Her gaze is on the work at her table but it is distant, too, like she isn't paying any attention to her surroundings at all.

"You seem to be making a habit of giving me them, Ms. Cabello." I retort with the cocky smirk I know she loves.

She must hear it in my voice because she then looks up, fingers still pressed against her temples, with a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Stop that." She scolds weakly, and I cock my brow at her.

"Stop what?" I lean further forwards in such a way that my hips are now pressed against the edge of her desk, my fingers splayed over the dark wooden top.

"Stop that!" She tries again, gesturing wildly at me. My eyes narrow slightly, playfully. Her breath hitches and her eyes scan mine, and I flick my brows once more.

"Or what, Camila?" I test, knowing exactly how to get what I want, and what I want is at least a kiss. We haven't had much 'us' time lately what with the testing taking over both of our schedules, which only means I've got some built up desires and needs to get rid off.

"Or... I'll have no choice but to make you." She replies, and I bite softly on my bottom lip. Her brown eyes which are just a tad darker than usual flicker to the door to ensure that it is locked before she rapidly crashes our lips together and brings her hand to the side of my face. Her thumb grazes my cheekbone as she begins to move her lips against mine, but I keep mine still and just enjoy the feeling for a moment. Apparently, she doesn't like that because the next thing she does is pull away with a groan and yank me by my collar further towards her.

"Camila-" I try to protest as my hands fly out to hold myself up, my heels forced from the ground as I accidentally scatter her papers, some falling to the floor. I don't get the chance to continue because her lips find mine again and she ravishes any ounce of self-control that I might have still had.

Bracing my hips to keep myself upright, my hands shoot up to rest one against the back of her head and the other hooks around the back of her neck. As I pull her impossibly closer to me, she lets out a small moan.

"I fucking can't with you." She growls and brings her hands to my cheeks to pull me off of her lips. She then begins to pepper my neck with her hungry, gentle lips. As heavenly as the feeling is, I'm reminded of the fact that we're still in her classroom when the bell decides to ring.

I sigh and step back slightly so she can't reach me, but then she dons her puppy-dog eyes and infamous pout.

"Y/n, sweetie, honey, darling?" She begins, using the nicknames she knows make my heart melt, "Do us both a favour and skip your next class?"

I faux gasp but step towards the desk again, using my own hands to keep hers rooted to the desk, "A teacher encouraging truancy?"

"Oh, please." She rolls her eyes and then leans forward with a glint in them I know all too well, "There's a perfectly good reason."

"I'm not sure the school board will accept 'I wanted to make out with mi profesora de español' as a good reason."