Erotic/Romance Oneshots and Imagines

6) family dinner

"VIV!" a voice shouts from the room next door, followed by the sounds of footprints.
"Vivienne..." He sighs when he sees the woman asleep on the bed. Her knees curled up to her chest. He walks across to her, sitting himself close to her on the side of the bed, he reaches out placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Viv you need to get up, we're going to be late" he whispers as he shakes her body. She groans, shrugging his hands off her,
"I don't want to go" she murmurs.
"Come on, up, we're going" the man says patting her bum. Her legs swing to the side of the bed, walking her to her wardrobe.

"Urghhh, I don't want to go" she sighs, her head falling back.
"It's your grandma's birthday" he replies, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
"I've already told you she doesn't like me"
"Why?" He fires, getting defensive about his girlfriend.
"She thinks I'm a whore basically... She's strictly Christian" she explains and he sighs.

Vivienne's Pov:
I'm spun around within a millisecond of the words leaving my lips, his arms holding on to both sides of my face.
"You're not a whore" he places a soft lingering kiss on my lips and I feel my heart flutter at the action. We've been dating for two years now, we're mid way through our time at University and he still makes me feel just like he did when we first started dating.
"You are sometimes, but only for me" he says with a huge smirk on his lips. He pushes me against the door after slapping my arse.
"Well then, you can sleep on the couch tonight" I reply and he laughs
"Absolutely not".

"Why don't you dress slutty then, show your grandma how good you can look" he states, falling back onto the bed. He's already dressed in some black jeans and a button up shirt. It took much convincing to get him out of his usual clothes, he hates getting dressed up with a passion.
"Oh you'd love that" I laugh at his take on the situation, I stroll over to him, climbing onto his lap, and straddling his waist. He slumps back, his hair falling messy as his head hits the mattress. I place a kiss on his cheek, then the other, then his lips, then find myself getting carried away, kissing and biting at his neck and jaw, encouraged by his low moans and growls. My hands fumble to his shirt, undoing the top button. He quickly stops me by pulling me off him, laying me on my back next to him. I turn to my side, gazing into his clear grey eyes while I twirl the single dark curl hanging over his face. I don't know how I got so lucky with him, he's been voted 'hottest in the year' plenty of times.

"I'll pick for you" he states springing up and skipping to my wardrobe, he pulls out dress after dress with an occasional 'ooh', 'hmmm' and 'nope', before dramatically tossing them over his shoulder.
"You're cleaning that up" I joke but I'm deadly serious, he will clean that up later.
"This one" he says as he turns around, displaying the garment on the hanger. I giggle as he professionally shows off the piece. A short little black dress with one sleeve and a large cut out on the stomach.

"No, I'm not dressing like a slut... because I don't think I am one" I murmur under my breath. He walks over to me and slings his arm around my shoulder, holding my head to his chest.
"Why do you sound sad?" He questions, my emotions reflecting in his own voice.
"It just annoys me that she's never bothered with seeing our family for years but when it's her birthday she expects us all the come running to her. I haven't really talked to her in three years, she wasn't happy with me when I was sixteen because she thought I dressed inappropriately, then completely stopped talking to me when she found out I lost my virginity". I explain and he sigh, kissing the top of my head before pulling me up to stand. He walks me to the wardrobe.
"You'll have to hold me back tonight then because one bad word and I'll go off it" he jokes with a small laugh but I know he's somewhat serious.
"Hmmm... this one" I voice, pulling out a mesh rouched black dress, with a littler dress beneath. It's more covered than the other one, as in it is much longer but I know she won't be a fan of the see through material, even though it's only visible on my legs. I don't own anything very conservative and I'm certainly not going in a turtle neck.