Addicted

chapter 3 - Kind hearted

A/N omg so sorry for late chap. life got in the way! 

anyways hope yall enjoy! i finally have a mapped out kinda draft on the plot of all this. and im excited to write tbh. 

also a lil bit shorter, but next chap should be long :) 

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At one point, Lauren thinks she's ascended and either gone to heaven, or somehow by passed that and has rebirthed into, like, a bird or something.

Because the pure pleasure thrumming up her spine, making her gasp for the thousandth time that evening has Lauren feeling like she's flying. Wondering if what she feels is even real.

And maybe it isn't, something this good can't be real, right? Camila's a goddess. How did Lauren get here?

How did they even get here? One minute flirting, next to confessing feelings, then to Lauren submitting to every whim and command Camila moans into her ear. Deep and demanding and raspy. Just thinking about it is enough for Lauren to arch her back slightly, humming and closing her eyes as Camila looks up at her with a smile from between Lauren's thighs.

Lauren's wrists ache. So does her throat from screaming.

Fuck, she lost count of the number of orgasms Camila coaxed out of her at six.

Her legs shake, and she nearly sobs as Camila goes back down for more. Humming as she steadily and slowly fucks Lauren with her tongue, sucking on her throbbing clit as Lauren tries to move her wrists again, a futile action as the silk just tightens around her wrists.

Lauren whines, desperate and needy; both at the pleasure of Camila's tongue and wanting the silk restraints finally off. And Camila looks up to her helpless pet, frowning at the slight pain on Lauren's face. So she retracts her tongue, kisses at Lauren's thighs, and murmurs softly into her skin.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Lauren open and closes her fist, mouth too dry and croaky to speak as she just moves her wrists around and looks up to them. By asking this, Lauren made herself be left hanging on the edge of an orgasm. But she doesn't care, she wants her hands free to be able to fall into Camila, be held. And sleep for maybe three days straight. She can already tell her legs will be jelly.

Camila notices her struggle, and hushes her sweetly as she kisses up Lauren's stomach. It's coloured in previous love bites, and Camila presses her lips softly to them, to the marks that surely will turn to bruises. And it makes Lauren smile, biting her lip at the sweet action as Camila makes it to her lips, kissing her deeply yet soothingly.

"Shh babygirl. You want the silk off? Do you want to stop?"

Lauren nods slowly, moaning in relief as Camila starts to untie the restraints around Lauren's wrists. And as soon as their off, Lauren's arms drop like jelly around Camila's neck and shoulders. She tucks her face into the woman above hers neck shyly, Camila laughing at what happened and running her fingers up and down Lauren's stomach soothingly.

"Too tight? Or does my pet like it when she's tied up like this"

"Camila..." Lauren whines, feeling how the older woman drapes her body over the girl beneath her, chuckling at Lauren's tired pout. Lauren hates how accurate Camila is.

"Just, shh. I need at least 48 hours of sleep"

And Camila can't keep the "Aww" from escaping her lips. Because Lauren Jauregui can go from hot as fuck minutes earlier, to a literal puppy the next. And Camila kind of loves that.