Camila Cabello Imagines and Oneshots

19. The Morning After

(With Spanish that I found online cause even though I've been studying it for five years they don't really teach this at school... also I put translations in italics beneath each Spanish line in case u don't know Spanish or I got it wrong...)

Also also, in case you couldn't tell this has foul language and kinda-mature themes idk just read the title I guess cause that'll give you a hint.

Y/n took a moment to relish in the warm sun creeping through the thin curtains and laying on the pair who were clumsily strewn in the bed, legs tangled and hair even more so. The duvet was only the floor somewhere, likely kicked down there at some point throughout the night, so they were laid under nothing but a gossamer sheet that she didn't know she even had, nor the purpose of.

Actually, seeing how softly they lay on Camila's curves she thought that might be the exact purpose of them; to make her look like a perfectly carved marble goddess with brown hair spread behind the woman's head like a halo, contrasting deeply with the stark white pillow beneath.

"Hi." Camila's raspy voice breaks her from her thoughts, and Y/n comes to her senses, realising the brunette, who has twisted her head to face the ceiling but left her body still, was smiling softly, creases forming in her cheeks.

"How did you know I was awake?" She asks, noting that the other girl's eyes were still softly closed.

"I heard you breathing hitch when you looked me up and down." She points out, and Y/n blushes. She pretends she hasn't, though, and props herself up on one elbow.

"Oh, really?" She asks, quirking a brow though the Latina hadn't opened her eyes yet. She gets a hum in response and trails gentle fingers down Camila's side, over the sheet.

"Well, who can blame me?" She husks, and that's when those brown eyes flutter open.

Camila hums again before she speaks, "Why are you always way more lovey-dovey after a good fuck?"

Y/n feigns a gasp and holds a hand over her mouth, daintily pointing her fingers as she does so.

"Language, Karla!" She says with wide eyes.

"¿Preferirías si hablo Español?" The other woman hums, and Y/n smirks a little, moving closer to the brunette but remaining propped up on her elbow.

Would you prefer if I speak Spanish?

"Sí, porque estás aún más caliente cuando tu lo hagas." She replies, and Camila giggles.

Yeah, because you're even hotter when you do.

"Chinga usted." She scoffs, pushing against Y/n gently with another laugh. Y/n just grins at the opportunity. She knows exactly how to get what she wants.

Fuck you.

"Sé mi invitado. Cógeme." She smirks, the second part of the reply being muttered under her breath but close to Camila's ear so she would hear. She uses her free hand to gesture down at herself. Camila's eyes dart down for a second before returning to Y/n's with a playful glint in them.

Be my guest. Fuck me.

"¡Besame el culo!" She lets out with another laugh, slapping Y/n's arm a little as she does.

Kiss my ass!

"Me encanta tu culo." Y/n retorts almost sarcastically, laying an arm around Camila's waist and tracing gentle patterns there.

I love your ass.

Camila scoffs a little and simply looks into Y/n's eyes for a second before laughing again.

"Damn, ¿tienes ganas, o qué?" She exclaims, her laughs turning back into a softer giggle.

Are you horny, or what!?
[literally, 'are you in the mood?']

Y/n shuffles even close to the brunette until their bodies are interlocked, curves fitting against curves in all of the best ways, "Maybe." She says in a coy, singsong voice as she continues those gentle patterns on Camila's tanned abs.

"Well, yo tengo ganas de pancakes." She says, and Y/n groans when she tried to get out of her grasp.

Well, I'm in the mood for pancakes.

"¡Panqueques!" Y/n corrects, saying the word deliberately as it's one of her favourites in the language that Camila had been teaching her over the years of their relationship, "¡Panqueques con plátanos!" ... another one of her favourites; both remind her of the brunette currently trying to wiggle away from her.

Pancakes! Pancakes with bananas!

"I'll make you some too." Camila bargains, stopping her struggling for a second before Y/n finally lets go. She stops to give the girl a kiss on the temple before she does let go though, and Camila does the same to her. The she heads out of the room, popping into the bathroom to shove on a dressing gown and to put her hair in a messy bun before then heading to the kitchen.

"With bananas please!" Y/n calls out after the girl.

"¡Plátanos!" Is the response from somewhere down the hall, coaxing a giggle from Y/n and convincing her to get out of bed and help her girlfriend make them both breakfast.

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Ew, I'm so cringe-worthy and so is my Spanish yuckkkk.

Anyway let me know what you thought of this chapter and I just want to apologise for how bad my Spanish was in this, like I said I've been studying for like five years but still don't know anything haha

Hope you enjoyed!