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“Ms. Cabello, can I see you after class?” Lauren requests as she sets down the stack of collected essays on her desk and eyes Camila questioningly over the rim of her glasses.
It’s nearing the end of the month so everyone is so busy with mid year exams that the couple has been able to pull more over the faculty and student’s heads than they had been before, sneaking in more make out sessions in the classrooms and sneaking in looks and brushes of hands in the hallways.
But that doesn’t mean a relationship between student and teacher is any more acceptable than it would be before, so time together is slightly limited (especially since now when Camila has tutoring sessions she actually needs help with work).
Camila answers with a nod though, not sure why Lauren is asking since obviously she can’t just skip the next period so it can’t be anything that takes too long. She spends the rest of the class wondering what Lauren could possibly need to talk about but before she can get too in her head about it the bell rings and she’s the last one in sitting as the few students drain out.
“Camz, stop overthinking I just wanted to ask when your games are this weekend,” Lauren explains with a grin as she makes her way over to where Camila is sitting (after shutting the door of course) and cups her cheek gently to reassure her, obviously able to read that Camila was over thinking.
She’d noticed that a lot lately though, soccer season was officially started but their games had only really started to pick up the past weekend so Lauren isn’t sure if that is the cause or if it’s just the nature of midterms that stresses everyone out.
Whatever the reason, Lauren doesn’t want her girl to be upset.
“I have one Saturday morning, it’s at 11 am so if you don’t want to be up that early I don’t need you to go, Sunday’s is at 3 pm so I was thinking maybe we could get lunch then go together? My parents won’t be at either because Sofi just started playing and her games keep overlapping at other fields so…”
“I’ll be at both,” Lauren concludes without a second though, taking note to ask Camila about how family stuff is going now that they’re more busy. “I wrote down everything we went over today because I knew you weren’t really in it, we can go over it tonight maybe? You’re coming over for Vampire Diaries, right?” Lauren questions as she perches on the desk and brushes her fingers through Camila’s messy but perfect hair softly. Camila nods in acknowledgement, letting her eyes flutter closed and leaning into the touch.
Lauren shifts so it’s easier to hold Camila’s face, but the sound of the warning bell snaps them back into reality before they can get too comfortable.
“I’ll see you at lunch?” Camila offers as she leans down to grab her bag, Lauren beating her to it and extending a hand to pull Camila up from her seat.
“I’ll see you then,” Lauren answers and spins Camila into a quick peck, softly stroking her thumb against Camila’s hand before nudging the younger girl towards the door. “Don’t miss me too much!” Lauren jokingly calls after her tired girlfriend who lazily raises a hand up without turning.
As said, Lauren knows how stressed Camila is lately, so she figures lunch on Saturday is just as necessary as lunch on Sunday, so she sets up a picnic in her living room because it’s the best she can do, and cheers for Camila as loudly as she can since she doesn’t have to worry about Sinu and Alejandro questioning who she is.
Camila is really amazing at soccer. Lauren had always figured she would be, before she eve went to the younger girl’s practices she knew Camila was a great player because she had the body and hardworking nature for the sport. Going from watching her practice to the warmups then to a game though? Lauren had a sense of pride for her girlfriend. Working so hard does pay off, and Lauren can’t hold in her pride when it comes to cheering louder than everyone else whenever Camila even gets close to the ball. And don’t even start on when Camila get’s a goal.
“Camz!” Lauren calls out to her as she sees the younger girl searching for her around the field after the game. Lauren’s used to the whole “sit and wait for the coach to be done talking” so she knows better than to approach Camila first, but who else could Camila be looking for right now?
Camila’s face brightens when she meets Lauren’s eyes, the way it always does when she wins a game, especially when she’s the reason for the win.
“Lo, hey I was wondering where my biggest fan snuck off to,” Camila smiles as she approaches and throws herself up into Lauren’s arms in a hug, wrapping her legs around her waist and smiling when Lauren’s hands grip her thighs to hold her up. Lauren can’t hold back a smile and she also can’t resist leaning up to lock lips with her allstar.
Camila, being the best player, is usually the last one the coach holds to talk to, so they don’t have to worry about lingering parents ratting out any PDA because there’s nobody fro the team left.
“So…” Camila trails as she pulls away from the kiss and swings her arms around Lauren’s neck a little less tight so she can face her. “You got time for a hot date later?” Camila jokes and Lauren laughs at it as she walks towards where Camila dropped her bag to get it for her, while still holding her girl.
“Why you know anybody?” Lauren teases and Camila smacks her shoulder with a playful grin before hopping down. “I’m just teasing you babe, I actually planned a little something something, but first my place to change?” the teacher suggests and Camila nods before looking at Lauren expectantly.
Lauren doesn’t say anything, just rolls her eyes as she turns and bends over for Camila to hop on her back, giddy as a five year old.
So maybe Lauren wasn’t too romantic, but Camila loves the local diner, Grumpy’s food more than she loves puppies, so it only made sense to get takeout and have it on nice plates cuddled up in the floor of Lauren’s living room with music on in the background.
“Tell me about your week,” Lauren says as she finishes her bite of the huge burger she got and eyes Camila’s empty plate wondering how the younger girl does it.
“Well I mean I spent most of it with you but-” Camila starts as she picks at Lauren’s fries but is cut off by the older girl.
“No I mean like, at home and not school or soccer,” Lauren elaborates with a raise of her eyebrows. “We haven’t had a lot of free time this week with all the tests and I’m stressed giving them so I can only imagine how you must be feeling.”
“Oh well umm… there’s not much to tell, when I’m not with you I’m playing soccer, when I’m not playing soccer I’m with or texting you about some dumb episode of Shameless or something, you’re not really missing out on much,” Camila explains, running a hand through her hair nervously and leaning back against the couch.
“How’s Sofi? And your parents? You mentioned they weren’t around much this weekend,” Lauren questions, moving to mirror Camila’s position, not wanting to force her to converse but wanting her to be comfortable.
“Umm yeah they’re… they’re good, busy since I told you Sofi started ball? She’s still torn between basketball and soccer though so I don’t really… I haven’t had any time with her lately you know? And I’m really proud of her cause she’s a great athlete and she’s growing up but I don’t know I just miss her,” Camila drawls with a small frown tugging at her lips. “It’s dumb, I mean look at you, living across the country from Taylor and… I’m being extra but I’m just so used to her always like being around.”
“Hey don’t talk like that,” Lauren scolds as she reaches to grasp Camila’s hand across the blanket. “Look you’re right about me missing Taylor but she’s not the same as you and Sofi, sure we’re close but we haven’t always been. We didn’t get along at all really when we were in middle and high school and I know for a fact it would be so hard to feel like a connection like the one you have with Sofi is missing,” Lauren explains gently stroking Camila’s hand to try to comfort the younger girl. “I know it may seem busy right now but you guys are the closest family I’ve seen ever and I know that as soon as all this crazy washes over you’ll be closer than ever,” she continues with a small smiles, “maybe tonight watch a movie? I won’t keep you all day and she’s what, eight? I doubt she’ll be out late.”
“You’re right, I’ll have to text my mom to make sure they’ll be home and such but small things can help, right?” Camila wonders and Lauren smiles at how easy it is for Camila to start looking on the bright side again.
“Yes 100% right my dear,” Lauren promises with a kiss to the hand she’s holding. “And your parents, how’s everything with them?” she presses and notices this doesn’t seem as pressing as the question of Sofi.
“They’re always distant, it just feels weird since now they’re more focused on Sofi than me, which makes sense, she needs more guidance,” Camila explains with a sigh, pushing one of the pillows so she can lean her head on Lauren’s shoulder instead of on the couch. “It’s fine with the though, once Sofi gets used to it they’ll be back on me.”
“So you’re okay baby?” Lauren asks squeezing the hand in her own softly.
“Yeah I’m okay,” Camila replies after a moment. “Thank you for helping me so much, I don’t think you realize how much but I just… thank you for being you,” Camila says as she turns to face Lauren with a gentle smile that Lauren returns with flushed red cheeks.
Lauren really had become her rock in the past few weeks. They’d always been close but now they were becoming more inseparable by the second but not in a way that they couldn’t survive without each other, but that they made each other better. Camila had been clinging to Lauren a lot more this week, and Camila knew Lauren would eventually question it, but she thinks Lauren has the best ways to go about comforting her and doesn’t mind prying sometimes.
Like if Camila was having a tough day, she could just come to Lauren’s and request cuddles and Lauren would give them without question. Or if she wanted to go get McDonald’s Lauren wouldn’t question her, just drive her to Wendy’s (because although she’s sad and craving fast food, Lauren isn’t going to let her make choices she’ll regret). And if she wanted to watch a sad movie, Lauren would put on a comedy because why would she ever let Camila watch a sad movie when she’s sad?
The point is Lauren guided Camila in her times of need and in turn Camila gave Lauren the same and a smile on her face.
“Thank you too,” Lauren smiles making Camila lift an eyebrow but then shrug and pull the older girl in for a kiss.
“Lauren! Hey I got you coffee, I know you liked french vanilla because earlier when I-” Bradley barges in but stops when he sees Lauren drinking black iced coffee with her student Camilla or something sitting at the desk in front of hers. “Oh, umm hi I didn’t realize you had someone coming in after school? I was hoping maybe we could talk or something?” Brad continues, ignoring the annoying student who seems to always be there.
“Yeah I have Camila with me every day for tutoring remember? I’ve told you this before but yeah, now isn’t a good time,” Lauren answers, not really giving him a chance to talk and not acknowledging the coffee because since when has she ever liked french vanilla?
“Oh okay yeah I guess you’ve said maybe once or twice…” he trails off as if he doesn’t recall the multiple times Lauren has made it clear he sees Camila after class. “But look I just have one quick question for you and I know you’re tutoring but-”
“Mr. Simpson this really isn’t a good time, Camila has a lot for the midterms post work and we need to get started,” Lauren says annoyed that the boy won’t leave her room or take a hint.
“Look Lauren this really won’t take long I just, I wanted to know if you’d be interested in being my date for-”
“Woah woah woah hold on,” Lauren cuts him off, standing from her desk and glaring at the man who’s now gulping and looking confused. “Are you asking me out on a date? In front of my student? When I specifically just told you to get out?” Lauren asks in a sarcastic, incredulous tone. “And after I’ve made it so very clear that I am in no way interested?” she continues and Camila holds in a laugh at the pale look that’s completely taken over Brad’s face. “Look Brad you really gotta stop all of this it’s just making things awkward for both of us, mainly me,” Lauren tries to go back to being nice.
“But c’mon Lauren we barely know each other, just give it a shot I’m a really nice guy and not to toot my own horn but I’m definitely not anything close to ugly and-”
“I’m gay as fuck,” Lauren interrupts, after facepalming in annoyance at his monologue. “I didn’t want to have to embarrass you, or, you know, share personal business with you since we don’t fucking talk but this is getting ridiculous,” she continues and almost feels bad when she sees his expression of complete shock. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have studying to do,” she continues and points towards the door which he dumbly nods to and exits before they can see him cry or something probably.
The girls, of course, erupt into laughter as soon as Lauren shuts the door behind him.
“I thought you were bi?” Camila asks once she’s finished laughing.
“Oh I am, but let’s be real, even if I wasn’t completely in love with my lovely teaching assistant, one more second of looking at that guy could scare any remaining interest in guys out of me,” Lauren deadpans and Camila can’t help but agree.
“Ms. Cabello, late to class again earlier,” Lauren scolds as she closes the door, still facing it but knowing Camila is watching her from across the room. “What is this, third day in a row?”
“Lauren I’m sorry it’s just there’s this new kid and he’s nice and all but he keeps standing in front of my locker to get to his and it’s like, I don’t want to like push him but now that I haven’t pointed it out it’ll be awkward when I finally do because he’ll realize I’ve really been waiting every day and he’ll probably feel bad and-”
“It’s Ms. Jauregui right now, and it will be if you keep treating my class like a joke,” Lauren snaps as she makes her way to the nervous girl’s desk. Obviously she isn’t actually mad, but she is curious and she figured it might be funny to make Camila get all flustered for a few. “And I don’t care about this new student Camila, you should get to your locker earlier, or I don’t know, simply ask him to scooch to the side?” she says as if it weren’t obvious enough.
“Laur- I mean, Ms.Jauregui,” Camila corrects with a hidden roll of her eyes when Lauren glares at her, “I was just trying to be polite and you know me I’m a bit of a push over most of the time and by a bit I mean-”
“Stand up for me,” Lauren cuts in without listening to a word Camila’s saying, just knowing that the other girl is dressed in a short skirt and a respectfully cut but still hot as hell crop top and knowing nobody will be disturbing them since it’s Friday and almost an hour after the bell.
“You know,” Lauren starts as she lets her eyes roam up and down Camila’s body, resisting the urge to smirk when she notices Camila awkwardly tugging at her skirt hem. “Usually, when students are late for my class I give them detention, especially five minutes every day with no pass,” she pauses to meet nervous brown eyes. “You’re my girlfriend though, and you’re still treating this class with little respect. Maybe it’s because I’ve let you think being my girl gives you perks, which it does most of the time,” Lauren continues as she rounds Camila and eyes her with a lustful gaze that sends shivers down Camila’s spine. “But you’ve taken your perks further than I’m comfortable with,” Lauren decides and snaps her eyes back up to Camila’s as she stands now in front of her. “So if you’re going to break rules like a girlfriend, it’s only fair you get the punishment of a girlfriend too.”
Camila sucks in a breath but Lauren’s gaze has her in a sort of trance that results in only a dazed nod, breath catching in her throat when warm hands reach for her waist and pull her in.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Lauren rasps into her ear as she leaves a trail of wet kisses down Camila’s neck, guiding her over to her own desk as she leads back up her neck with rougher kisses.
Camila just moans softly in response and lets herself be dragged. She isn’t sure what got Lauren into this mood since last time she’d seen her had been at lunch and the two had spent the whole time playing UNO (which Camila didn’t think was sexy at all), but she’s glad that Lauren is in this mood because between tests and soccer they haven’t had a lot of time for this.
“Fuck Lo,” Camila groans as Lauren reaches to grasp her ass and lift her up onto the desk right at the same time that she bites down on her earlobe and tugs.
“Shh baby,” Lauren whispers back as her hands reach up to push under Camila’s top and push it up, only briefly tearing her lips away from Camila’s neck to lift it over the shorter girl’s head. Once she gets it off she doesn’t waste time connecting her lips to Camila’s in a rough kiss, forcing her tongue into Camila’s mouth who happily accepts it and tries to reach for Lauren’s hair, but Lauren uses her hands to push Camila’s roughly down to the desk and pin them there.
“You’re getting punished,” Lauren whispers against Camila’s lips, biting at her bottom one and attaching their lips against momentarily before pulling away to continue, “You don’t get to touch.”
Camila just moans into her mouth in response. Lauren doesn’t always top, but when she does she can be hotter than anything Camila’s ever experienced and this Lauren is driving her crazy already and she’s barely touched her.
Lauren takes Camila’s moans as a sign of giving up on touching back and reaches her hands up to go back to Camila’s chest, not wasting time with the clasp and shoving the soft material up over Camila’s breasts, making the younger girl let out another whimper, that quickly turns to a moan when Lauren grips each breast and palsm them roughly while biting at her lips.
After a few moments Camila’s too out of breath to kiss back so Lauren slides back down her neck, sucking and nipping, careful not to leave too deep of marks as she makes her way down to Camila’s chest, not taking a minute to break before latching onto a puffy nipple and sucking.
“Fuckin fuck Lo babe don’t-” Camila moans out and reaches up to pull Lauren closer by her hair but is cut off by Lauren detaching herself completely.
“What’d I say about touching?” Lauren snaps as she sucks in breaths of air and moves Camila’s hands back to the desk.
She wants to take in the sight, and can’t believe how lucky she is when she looks at the panting brown eyed beauty on the desk in front of her. Legs spread enough to ride up her skirt and expose white lace and a wet spot ove rher center that’s barely noticeable but just is and her chest spilling out from her bra and skin flushed and puffy nipples point out and puffy lips from Lauren biting and doe eyes wide and innocent and - fuck Lauren needs to do something.
“Bend over,” she demands after a moment and Camila’s jaw drops. “C’mon Camzi bend over my desk for me, you wanted to get handsy so now I need to do something to help you resist the urge to break more rules,” she continues in a condescending tone that has Camila shuddering and obeying, slowly but surely standing on shaky legs and spinning before leaning forward hesitantly and giving Lauren the view of her skirt covered ass and long waves of hair.
Lauren doesn’t hesitate though to move forward and flip Camila’s skirt up over her butt and onto her back, the fabric is short though so there’s a lot of bare skin on display, especially when Lauren unsnaps her bra for the sole purpose of wanting to see the smooth skin of Camila’s back.
She moves her focus after a moment of softly rubbing Camila’s hair back to her panties that continue to be in the way. She temporarily got caught up in the smoothness of all of Camila Cabello, but now that she remembers that it’s Camila Cabello bent over a desk? Now she knows the sweet cuddly stuff is for later.
She reaches one hand up to flatten Camila completely to the desk, pushing against her shoulder blades, and slowly moves the other down to her panties. She wants to tease, slowly paling Camila’s ass with the one hand then squeezing tightly before moving to the other cheek to drag this out. It’s when her hand brushes against Camila’s core and she feels how wet she is through her panties that she realizes the teasing isn’t necessary and decides to skip to the fun part.
She slowly drags her other hand down to the side of Camila’s panties and tugged them even slower down her long legs, sliding down with them to place lingering kisses down her thighs until the underwear dropped down to her ankles and Camila stepped out. Then she went back up, peppering wet kisses on the back of Camila’s thighs up to her ass, nipping once on each cheek eliciting a whimper from Camila above her before standing up and cupping the younger girl’s center in one hand.
“Now baby be a good girl and hold onto the front of the desk, if I see your hands reach for me I’ll stop, got it babe?” Lauren instructs, still stroking her fingers lightly over Camila’s drenched folds but not doing anything further.
Camila moans in response, eager to be fucked and gripping the desk with white knuckles as she waits.
Lauren smirks as she sees Camila comply without question. She waits a moment, enjoying the way Camila’s back is tensed with anticipation, and the feeling of her throbbing against her fingertips, and just the look of all of this, before abruptly thrusting two fingers into Camila’s core.
“Fuck Lo,” Camila almost yells in surprise at the penetration, but it quickly morphs into moans as Lauren immediately begins a fast, hard pace of fucking Camila into the desk. The hand not fucking her reaches up to pin her against it, adding to the mood that’s gotten Camila so aroused so quickly, making her moans increase in volume.
“Baby you can’t be so loud,” Lauren breathes out as she thrusts her hand a little faster and a little harder. “You don’t want anyone to hear us do you? To find me fucking you like this?” Lauren whispers, leaning up to nip at Camila’s shoulder as her hand moves down to land a sharp smack against her favorite ass in the world that makes Camila cry out. “Shh baby c’mon now,” Lauren scolds palming the flesh under where her hand landed and she smirks when Camila moans but seems to muffle it by biting her lip.
“That’s it baby now enjoy for me Camzi,” Lauren speaks softly as she pushes to add a third finger which easily slides into wet heat with the other two and makes Camila muffle another series of moans.
Lauren gets lost in the feel, the image, the every single detail of fucking Camila. She’s made love to her, countless times since their first because it has been months. But fucking Camila is something completely different and she’s not saying one is better than the other because they’re completely different things, but fucking Camila is a less common occurrence. So getting to fuck Camila like this is almost overwhelming to her. Almost because if it was completely overwhelming then she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it as much as she is.
The warmth of Camila dripping down her hand is almost enough to push her to an orgasm without being touched, but she knows that means her girl is close so she powers through her need to be pleasured because god pleasuring Camila is basically the same thing.
“Lo, Lo I need-” Camila stutters but eventually cuts herself off with a muffled moan.
“Talk to me Camz, spit it out baby girl what do you need?” Lauren asks as she grips Camila’s hair in her spare hand and tugs her head up slightly
“Harder,” Camila moans out and Lauren can only comply, tugging back on her hair for leverage and pressing down with her own body as she rams her fingers into Camila, ignoring the cramping because it’s worth it even if her arm is going to be sore all night.
“Fuck Lo I’m-”
“Come for me baby,” Lauren instructs an tugs one last time on her hair right as she thrusts deeply into her, knowing it’ll push her right over the edge when she hits a spongy spot and feels the first clench of her girlfriend’s oragasm wash over her.
She draws it out as long as she can, pushing into Camila through the waves as best she can without pulling out completely. Camila is a mess of whimpers and moans and clinging onto the desk with white knuckles as she lets herself fall over the edge, moving her hips back as best she can to meet Lauren’s thrusts.
It takes a ew moments but Lauren manages to drag out as long as she can until Camila can finally un tense and relax against the desk, still clenching slightly around Lauren’s fingers that are buried to the hilt inside of her.
Lauren peppers kisses on the back of her neck as she slowly eases her fingers out of Camila’s warmth and brings them up to her mouth before changing her mind and swinging them around to Camila’s face who perks up at the hand coming her way and doesn’t delay in wrapping her lips around the offered digits and sucking herself off of them, making sure to tease Lauren by running her tongue over the fingers and between them as she sucks gently. Lauren almost loses it at the doe eyes looking up at her through thick lashes but swallows deeply and manages to hold herself together and pull her hand away to tuck back under Camila who once again relaxes in her now gentle hold.
“Guess what?” Lauren smirks as she leans her sweaty forehead against Camila’s shoulder blade, moving her hand to stroke the soft skin of her stomach while the other reaches around to grasp onto Camila’s, interlocking their fingers and waiting for Camila’s breathing to go down so she can reply.
“What baby?” Camila asks breathlessly as she rests her weight on the desk underneath her and smiles at the feeling of Lauren against her back.
“I love you a ton,” Lauren continues after a moment to think, a huge grin on her face as she feels Camila shudder and chuckle softly below her.
“Mm,” Camila agrees and uses the small amount of strength left in her body to pull herself up and spin around so she can perch against the desk and wrap her arms around Lauren’s neck and pull her in for a sweet, soft kiss that only lasts seconds. “Ditto,” she breathes, still catching her breath from the sex but also now from being so close to Lauren’s face, that breaks into an even bigger grin at her girl’s words.
“Ditto? God don’t get too sweet on me or I might die of a sugar high,” Lauren teases at Camila’s words with a laugh that makes Camila blush and laugh back, shoving lightly at Lauren’s shoulder as she pulls back to sit fully on the desk, wrapping her legs around the older girl who’s still laughing.
“Fuck off Lo,” Camila says with a grin covering her flushed face, “you fucked all the sweet out of me so don’t act like that was my fault.”
Lauren let’s out a burst of laughter at that, gripping sweaty hips to pull Camila into her and surprising the younger girl by pulling her into a tight hug, lifting her up with arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly. “How about mac and cheese for dinner?” Lauren whispers in a joking sexy tone making the girl in her arms laugh back.
Camila tightens her legs and arms around Lauren and burrows into her neck in thought before letting out a satisfied hum and pulling back to meet eyes, “Can we get the Kraft mac? I know you like baked, but like, it’s Kraft…” she trails off with her explanation as if it’s finished, but Lauren knows that it is kind of finished, for her at least.
“For you baby? I’d even get the Spongebob character box.”