Demi Imagines

Better Than Cake

You're baking a cake with your girlfriend, Demi...

"I told you to stop that!" you laugh as you try to bat her away.
"Stop what?" she asks innocently as she blows more flour on you.
"Demi!" you whine, trying to focus on mixing the batter.
"It's not my fault you're so cute covered in flour," she responds, and you roll your eyes.
You take the wooden spoon, letting a bit of batter drop onto your finger before swiping it on her nose.
"Hey!" she complains, cleaning the batter off with her finger. She licks it off her finger before sticking her tongue out at you.
"You're so childish," you laugh, going back to your batter. Suddenly, she wraps her arms around you from behind, her arms resting around your waist.
"You love it."
"Of course I do," you retort, trying not to laugh as she nuzzles your neck.
"How much longer?"
"Considering I'm doing this myself, quite a bit longer," you tell her, and she whines. She blows a raspberry on your neck, and you shriek in surprise. You nearly throw your batter across the room, and you let out a breath of relief when you don't.
"Did that help?" she questions, and you roll your eyes.
"Mhmm."
After a while, the batter is finally done, and you pop the cake in the oven.
"How much longer?"
"Patience, grasshopper," you joke, making her laugh.
After a while, the oven makes a noise. You look up from the book you were reading and put it on the table. Getting the cake out of the oven, you place it on the counter to cool.
"Is it done?" Demi comes into the kitchen, her eyes shining.
"Yeah. But we have to let it cool before icing it."
"Stupid cake taking forever," she mutters, making you chuckle.
"I think I know how to pass the time," you tell her, and she raises an eyebrow. You take a step towards her.
"You do, do you?" she questions, a smile playing on her lips.
"Mhmm," you hum, putting your hands on her hips.
"And how might that be?" she looks into your eyes, making your heart beat faster.
"Like this," you whisper before pressing your lips to hers. She leans into you, putting her hands on your shoulders.
You slide your tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She smiles, not parting her lips. You move a hand to her ass, squeezing suddenly and making her gasp. Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into her mouth. She tastes like chocolate. It's intoxicating. She moans softly as you bite her bottom lip. You're pressing her up against the wall, but you don't even know how you got there. Her hands move up to tangle themselves in your hair. She tugs softly, eliciting a soft moan from you.
You finally pull apart, but you're still longing for more.
"Better than cake," she comments, breathing heavily.
"Better than cake," you agree.

A/N
Well that was heated