Cocoa butter kisses • WHY DON'T WE IMAGINES •

~ Jonah • Imagine for Shira ~ || Smut (Barely)

"But do I really have to go?" Right now my boyfriend of eight months and I were driving to have dinner with my parents. Only, they didn't know my boyfriend was going to be there.

"Shira they're your parents. I can't just turn up already uninvited without you." Jonah laughed and reached across the console to grab my hand. "It'll be fine."

"Please baby." I sighed and leaned over to the drivers seat. "We can go home and...do something else."

I slowly placed my hand on the crotch of his jeans and began to rub up and down. Jonah groaned, tightening his grip on the steering wheel and tried to keep his eyes on the road ahead. He let me continue to pleasure him for another minute before removing my hand and then gripping my thigh.

"Baby girl," He warned and suck a quick glance at my pleading face. "I wouldn't start something you can't finish."

As we pulled into the fancy restaurant and drove up to the parking lot where the valets were waiting, I leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Who says we can't finish it?".

"Fuck." He moaned and with that I stepped out of the car knowing I had just created the start of an eventful evening.

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"Oh is this the Jonah? W-What a lovely surprise." My mother smiled and shook hands with him. My father however just looked at my boyfriend with judgmental eyes and a stern face.

Basically my parents owned this big shipping company yada, yada, yada, and they wanted me to date one of their partners sons in order for their business to grow. Not too keen on blonde, bratty, and spoilt rich college boys, I ran away only to meet and fall in love with a signer in a boy band. My parents...well they weren't particularly happy about it and refused to even see or hear about Jonah. But I decided enough was enough and brought him to one of their bi-monthly dinners, and now here we are.

"Yes this is him mother. So, where are we eating I'm starving-"

"Manners Shira!" My father scolded me and then linked arms with my mother as they began to walk to our usual privately reserved table.

"Yeah Shira. Behave." Jonah nibbled my ear and I took in a shaky breath as I joined my parents, the little bastard following closely behind. My family, Jonah and I walked into the ever so familiar room, secluded from the restaurant, that had a four person seater table covered in red cloth right in the middle. We all sat down in silence and waited to be served.

"Here are the menus, call me over when you're ready to order sir." The waiter said politely then strutted off back towards the front of the restaurant.

Making conversation with my parents was hard in general. Now with Jonah here everyone was silent. It was so awkward that after a while Jonah and I ended up playing footsies under the large space underneath the table. Eventually my father ordered for all of us and when the food cane everyone was still silent, Jonah and mines footsie game still going strong.

"So Jonah," My mother spoke up after a while. "Tell me about this band of yours."

Jonah smiled at began explaining to my mother the story of how he met his band, their tours, helping in Houston - all that jazz. For once both my parents seemed interested in something other than business and my baby looked so happy, I couldn't not mess with him.

Nodding my head up and down to act like I was paying attention to the story my father was telling him, I slid my hand over Jonah's knee. His breath hitched so I slowly trailed my hand up his pant leg and once again began to palm him through his jeans. He couldn't move my hand away this time as it would look suspicious to my parent so he sat there and tried to look unfazed.