— Mature. G!p Lauren —

(That smut I semi-promised earlier 😂)

...

She was the photographer, but she should've been the model.

She has the eyes for it.

And everything else for it too.

I find myself distracted again as the flash goes off once more, but it doesn't really matter because I'm looking in the general direction of the camera anyway.

"Gorgeous." She mutters and that raspy voice makes my cheeks heat.

Damnit. Thank god I'm wearing far too much makeup for that to show.

Seeing as the flash hasn't gone off for a few seconds, I shift my position a little by twisting my body to the right and bringing my right hand to rest gently on the side of my face.

"Yeah, hold that." She suggests as she stands from her previous squat and moves to be more to my left. I trail her movements with my eyes, nothing compared to the emeralds that sit in hers.

...

Lauren, now my girlfriend of six months, giggles as I dance around her, snapping Polaroid pictures here and there.

"I'm supposed to be taking pictures of you!" She exclaims, holding a hand up in front of the lens as she tries to control her laughter.

"My Instagram can wait. Besides this is a moment far too perfect to not immortalise." I explain as I snap another, pulling the little sheet that the photo printed in and waving it about a bit.

"Are you sure you're a model and not a poet?" She asks through her laughter, and I take another photo.

...

It wasn't long until the simple Polaroid picture tradition we'd built up turned a little less... innocent.

It started where we'd take pictures on dates, of each other at random moments, and of things we wanted to remember. And then one night a few months ago, before she had to leave the city for some promo or something and I had to stay here, we'd decided that there was something else we wanted to remember whether we were together or not.

So here we were, her pounding into me with the camera in hand, snapping photos here and there as she pleased: our new tradition.

"Shit." I hissed as she took one more picture before leaning down and kissing me, putting the camera down somewhere before planting her hands on my raised knees, pushing a little deeper inside of me.

"Hmm." She hummed, pulling her lips off of mine by mere millimetres, and stopped the motions of her hips, "You're so beautiful."

"I love you so fucking much." I replied, blushing a little at her statement. How ridiculous is that, to blush because someone so perfect as her called you beautiful while she literally has her dick in you?

She hummed again and slowly pulled out until just the tip of her cock was in me. Then she kissed me again and thrust back in, painfully slow.

A jolt of pleasure ran through my body when her pubic bone hit my clit, sending goosebumps along with it and a loud moan tumbling through my lips.

The feeling that came with her instantly picking the pace back up, her warmth filling me, was enough to send me falling over the edge and to distract me from the flash of the camera. My eyes rolled back in my head and my back arched violently off of the soft sheets beneath me as I came, walls fluttering around her. She moaned along with me and went even faster, my whole body convulsing as wave after wave of that undeniable pleasure fell over me.

She came shortly after, dick throbbing so harshly I could feel it through the condom, with an almost-animalistic groan, his bucking uncontrollably with each time her cum shot from her until she all but fell atop of me.

We were both panting, sweating messes as we lay still for a moment, allowing ourselves to come down from our highs. Finally, she slowly removed herself from me and wearily slipped the rubber off, wrapping it in some tissue from the bedside table and tossing it into the small trash can beside said side-table.

I managed to convince my heavy limbs to push myself into the proper position on the bed and got under the covers. She crawled back into bed beside me and got under the duvet too, wrapping an arm lazily around my waist.

"Pretty as a picture." She grinned as she whispered, and when the flash went off once more I let out a breathy laugh.

"Not as pretty as you, babe." I retorted, turning over to face her and planting a chaste kiss on her nose, which she then scrunched up in response.

"I love you so fucking much too, by the way." She added, and I sighed contently as I pulled myself closer to her, burying my face in her neck.

It wasn't long until her breaths evened, and mine did too, and I couldn't wait to see the results of that night's 'photo shoot' in the morning.