Demi Imagines

Badass Team

You're cuddling with your girlfriend, Demi...

"With this hot bitch," she reads, posting yet another snap of the two of you.
"Your Lovatics are going to get tired of me," you laugh, looking up at her face.
"Oh please, my Lovatics love you," she responds. "Watch," she says, showing you her phone screen. She logs onto Twitter and goes to her notifications. It's flooded with her Lovatics fangirling over the latest picture of the two of you.
"Okay, they're so fucking cute," you laugh.
"I know, right? I love them," she says as she writes up a tweet—my Lovatics are so cute.
"You're so perfect," you murmur as you look at her face.
"Oh shut up," she giggles, her cheeks turning pink. She puts down her phone and pulls you closer.
"Boobs," you mumble as you get squished against her chest—not that you're complaining. She starts laughing, loosening her grip on you. You scoot up so you can see her face better, and she kisses the top of your nose.
"You're so adorable," she hums, a smile on her face. "And sexy. At the same time. How does one do that?"
"Oh please, you're the queen of being cute and sexy at the same time," you laugh, pressing your forehead to hers.
"Well, we make a badass team, don't we?" she jokes, letting her lips brush yours gently.
"That we do," you reply before closing the gap between you, letting your lips meet. Her lips are soft against yours, sending shivers down your spine.
"Like Batman and Robin," she mumbles.
"Who's who?" you question.
"We both know who's who," she giggles, making you smirk. She takes your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently. "Fuck I love you so much," she whispers, kissing you again.
"The feeling is mutual," you mumble, your heart fluttering as you feel as though you're falling in love all over again.

A/N
SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING LIKE I WAS TRYING THEN I STARTED ANOTHER THING AND AS I WAS WORKING ON THAT THE WHOLE DILMER THING HAPPENED AND MY SOUL NOOOO