Demi Imagines 2.0

Sexy Cop

You're looking through your photos from Halloween...

"Hey Demi?" you call, and she comes into the room.
"What?"
"I didn't get enough pictures of you," you say, scrolling through all of your pictures.
"What do you mean? You were taking pictures all night," she says, coming over to you.
"Well, you kept fucking moving all the time, so none of them are in focus," you tell her, and she furrows her brow.
"Let me see," she says, taking your phone from your hand. "You weren't complaining when I was grinding on you," she mutters, a smirk on her face.
"Not the point, Demetria," you tut, but you're unable to stop the smile forming on your face.
"What about this one?" she asks, showing you one of the pictures.
It's in focus. Perhaps one of the three.
"I need more," you respond, and she smirks.
"Are you implying what I think you're implying?"
"I'm only implying what I'm implying. I don't know if what you think I'm implying is really what I'm trying to imply," you reply, making her snort.
"Mhmm."
You roll your eyes as she hands you your phone back.
"Yeah, we're having a photoshoot, aren't we?"
"Fuck yes we are."

———

After a few minutes, you've both changed into your costumes from Halloween. Demi's makeup was already similar, so she just had to touch it up a bit to make it really Halloween-y.
"You look so hot," you say as she changes into her heels.
"So do you," she replies.
You were both dressed as sexy cops, but you know. Demi looks better than you—although she thinks differently.
"Set up the camera. I haven't got all day. I have people to arrest and tickets to write," she says, the fake handcuffs on her hip making a noise as she stands.
"Of course you do," you reply, setting your phone on the bed.
You start taking pictures with her. She poses like a model—although in any pose, she's sexy as fuck.
You kiss each other—not for the camera but mostly because you can't keep your hands off each other.
You both just look too damn good.
"Arrest me, officer," Demi moans as she kisses you.
Now this is hot.
"Have you been a bad girl?" you reply, and she smirks against your lips.
She bites down on your bottom lip gently, and you slip your hands behind her to grab her ass.
Fuck, she's so sexy.
"Mhmm," she hums, pulling you closer.
Soon, the photoshoot is long forgotten, the sexy cop in front of you much more important.

A/N
I've sinned
My heart
fuck