Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

breakfast in bed

breakfast in bed
word count: 604
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s u m m a r y ; justin surprises you with breakfast in bed

You never woke up before Justin. He had always beat you to it. Even when he came home late, he was up early.

You didn't know how to get up before him. You'd try the traditional alarm clock method. He was up before the alarm even started to wake you.

He would always boast about it, like it was his more valuable skill. You whined and whined about it, and Justin did kinda feel sorry that you could never wake before him.

So, he just surprised you with breakfast.

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Your snores were what Justin first heard when his eyes magically popped open. Justin looked over at your sleeping self, admiring you for a while.

You slept on your back, with the comfort over your waist. Your arms sprawled by your body, and your legs tangled with Justin's. You were sometimes a wild sleeper.

Justin cracked a smile at you, and untangled himself from you. Justin got up, and thought about a way to make you feel like good about not getting up before him.

He tapped at his chin, and glazed over you. Well, you really didn't like making yourself breakfast, especially on days you felt like being lazy.

"I'll just make her breakfast. . ." Justin told himself, and nodded with approval. Justin left you in the bedroom to sleep, as he traveled downstairs to prepare a meal for you.

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Your snores turned into annoyed groans, when a loud blare flooded through you. Your dumb alarm clock. . .

Your eyes opened slightly, as the alarm basically screamed at you to get up. Your ears had got enough of the loud noise. "Justin, can you get that?" Your voice was hoarse.

Clearing out your throat, you felt around in the bed, when you didn't get a response. He wasn't there. "Of course, he isn't here. He's already up," You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Finally, you cut the alarm off, and wandered where Justin was. In the bathroom? You listened out for the shower, but nothing was heard.

Before thinking otherwise, you smelt a delicious smell. One that was associated with food. The aroma was quickly getting to you, as you sat straight up in the bed.

Food? Who was cooking it? You asked yourself, looking around.

As you were ready to get out of the bed, you heard footsteps leading up to the room you were in. "It's probably Justin. . ." You said, settling back into the bed, waiting for his arrival.

Seconds later, the door swung open to show Justin, your boyfriend, with a tray of all your favorite breakfast foods.

"Oh, babe, your up!" Justin chirped cheery, while walking up to the bed with the tray. You eyed the tray, not really worried about Justin. Just the food.

"Uh huh. . ." You said, watching as Justin propped the tray between you and him. You couldn't believe he actually COOKED.

You watched as he grabbed a piece of your favorite bread and put cream all over the top part. "Open up," Justin said, in a child's voice.

You couldn't help yourself. You opened your mouth wide, and Justin chuckled at you. He held the bread out for you as you bit into it. Moaning at how good it was, you closed your eyes.

"Wow, babe, if I knew this bread made you moan, I would have been stocking the house with it!" Justin said, trying to feed you more. When he said this, your eyes popped open.

You giggled at him, taking more of it. You were really going to enjoy your breakfast today. . .

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