Demi Imagines

Car Wash

You're washing your car with your girlfriend, Demi...

"The hose isn't working," Demi says, and you go over to her.
"It was working a minute ago," you respond, taking it from her and squeezing the lever. It doesn't work—you thought that she was trying to trick you, but it's legitimately not working.
"Maybe shake it a bit or something?" she suggests, and you smack the head of the hose against your palm. When you pull the lever again, you hear a gurgling sound. You smack it against your hand again, and when you pull the lever, this time, water comes gushing out.
"Hey! I fixed it!" you laugh, handing it to her.
"Awesome. Thanks, babe," she says, pointing it toward the car and washing the suds off it. You step back and admire her. You're glad that she agreed to the stereotypical "hot" attire that girls wear when they wash cars—denim shorts, a tied flannel, and sunglasses. Of course, you were wearing the same sort of clothes, so she was happy to oblige.
"You look hot, Dems," you tell her, watching as she nearly drops the hose.
"Shut up and help me," she retorts, laughing.
You go over to her side and take the hose from her before pointing it toward the car.
"You look pretty hot yourself," she tells you, and you smirk. "I think you'd look hotter wet, though."
Before you can react, she's grabbed the hose from you, and you're drenched.
"Demi!" you shriek, jumping back. She laughs, and you groan, grabbing for the hose. She sprays you again, and you start laughing.
"Yep, you look much hotter."
"Shut up," you laugh, trying to wring the water out of your flannel.
"Just take it off," she tells you, and you raise an eyebrow at her.
"Fine." You yank off your flannel, leaving you in your sports bra.
"Much better."
"Mhmm," you respond, rolling your eyes playfully. "Now give me the hose."
"You'd like that."
"Here," you say before tossing your flannel at her. She shrieks in surprise, and you snatch the hose from her before turning it on her.
"Fuck!" she yells, tossing your flannel aside. Water drips off her, and you admire how sexy she looks.
"Stop staring at me," she laughs, and you stick your tongue out at her.
Turning the hose back to the car, you finish washing the suds off it. After that, you both grab some towels to dry it off.
"I feel like the car isn't the thing that needs to be dried right now," Demi comments, trying to wring out her hair.
"We can deal with this after the car's clean," you respond.
After a while, the car is shining and dry.
"Look how drenched I am," Demi complains, and you roll your eyes.
"You look very sexy," you tell her, moving closer to her and putting your hands on her hips.
"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" she responds, a smile playing on her lips.
"Mhmm," you hum before kissing her. She bites your bottom lip lightly, making you smile. Her hands move to your ass, and you moan softly into her mouth. You dig your nails into her hips, and she smirks.
"How about we take this inside?"
"That sounds perfect."

A/N
Okay but can you imagine Demi in a flannel and shorts aND BEING WET
IM ON THE FLOOR