Demi Imagines

Dinner | Smut

You're having dinner together...

"It's been so long since we've been out to dinner together like this," you comment, taking a bite of your dessert. The entire evening was amazing. And Demi looks pretty fucking gorgeous in her dress.
You can't wait until you're home so you can tear it off her.
"It really has," she agrees, her eyes meeting yours. She puts her spoon in her mouth, licking it almost erotically. Is she actually trying to turn you on?
You squeeze your thighs together, and she raises an eyebrow.
"You trying something here, Demi?" you question, and she smirks.
"Oh I don't know," she replies innocently, licking her lips. She looks down, a smile on her face. "You want me to try something?" she asks, and you bite your lip.
"Come here," you murmur, and she smirks before disappearing under the table.
You feel her hands on your knees, and you bite your lip as you move forward in your seat. You lift your body up slightly as she pulls off your panties.
"Oh dear, I wonder who made you this wet?" she comments, making you almost burst into laughter. If you weren't this horny, you would've laughed.
"You," you reply, and she pulls you closer. You feel her breath on your core, and you bite your lip as you grab the table with one hand.
You move the other hand under the table to tangle in her hair. She slowly licks up your folds, making you moan softly.
"Quiet, baby," she hums. You let out a breath as she continues licking you slowly. Your stomach clenches, and you feel like you can't breathe.
"Fuck," you moan when she takes your clit between her lips. She sucks slowly as she pushes two fingers inside you. "Oh my god," you whisper, your breathing becoming erratic as she curls her fingers inside you. Half of you is worried that someone will come—someone other than you, you mean. But you're in a private booth, so you should theoretically be the only person coming. Maybe Demi, too, but you think you're both too horny that under-the-table fucking will not suffice.
"Fuck," you breath as she hums against you. She swirls her tongue as she curls her fingers, sending waves of pleasure through you. You bite your lip so hard you think it might bleed.
Your stomach clenches, and she adds another finger, making you gasp softly. Suddenly, she lifts a hand up from under the table, and she moves it to your stomach. You shiver and suppress a moan as she moves her hand to your breast. She squeezes it from over your dress, and a small moan leaves your lips.
"Fuck," you repeat as you feel yourself on the edge.
She moans against you, sending you over the edge. She immediately pulls her fingers out of you, replacing them with her tongue so she can lap up your juices.
Pleasure courses your body, and you breathe heavily. You practically see stars.
When she finally pulls away, you begin to come down from your high.
She pops up again on the other side of the table, her hair slightly messy and face flushed. Her eyes shine brightly.
"So, shall we go home now?" she asks.
"Fuck yes we're going home."

A/N
you people wanted smut. I provide the smut. You're welcome.