Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

thanksgiving

thanksgiving
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s u m m a r y ; you and justin celebrate thanksgiving

side note: this is a imagine, but Happy Thanksgiving also! yeah, I'm late.
(Y/M/N); Your mother's name.
yeah, i know, justin doesn't celebrate thanksgiving
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"Babe, hurry up! We are going to be late!" You stood in front of the long mirror Justin installed in the bathroom just so you could admire yourself.

You gritted your freshly brushed teeth, as your clammy hands pulled at the hem of red dress that stuck fittingly to your frame. You were getting a little nerves. Maybe a lot.

It all started when Justin asked if you were going to the thanksgiving party his family was hosting. You said yes, not knowing that one day later, your mother grilled you on why you weren't showing up at your own family dinner.

Trying to be a good daughter, you said you'd try to make it. That resulted in you hearing your mother tell you that you were going to make it. Black mothers. . .

You had sighed, and said you would be there.

After hanging up, Justin saw your distress, and wanted to find out the cause. You confessed why you were stressed. You didn't want to disappoint Justin nor your mother.

Justin nodded in agreement, saying that he wouldn't know where to go in your situation. But, quickly, your Justin came up with an idea. An idea that would make everyone happy.

Both families, yours and his, would just have one big Thanksgiving Dinner. You quickly shot down the idea. Your black family with his white family. . . You weren't too sure how your mother would react.

Justin pleaded with you to give it a try, and call your mom to ask. You groaned and whined with him. You guy lived far from your family.

Justin being him, said he'd pay to get them all here. You laughed, and agreed, not wanting to fight about it.

Later that night, you called your mother. She squealed in excitement, and agreed to get everyone to come. Justin's plan worked. . . And that's how you got here. . .

"C'mon, (Y/N), you look fine," You heard Justin's voice from the other side of the door, along with the banging of his fist.

You sighed, adjusting your dress once more. "Okay, J, I'm coming," You finally replied after hearing his calls for you for over a minute or two.

You quickly checked your breath, your teeth and how you smelled. You were all straight, and ready to get this over with.

You grabbed the pebble doorknob, that led you to your bedroom. Justin stood a few feet away with a small smile on his lips. "There is my beautiful," Justin smirked at you, before drinking in your appearance.

His arms somehow slide around your waist once he was close enough. He brought you in to him, his hand caressing your hipbone. His sweet lips made their way past to your alarmed face to your left ear.

"I could take you right here," His tone held the sultriness it only carried when you two were all alone in bed.

You knew you two were already late, and him saying stuff like this would make you two every late.

You brought your arm up to his chest, and grabbed his face before his lips could touch your collarbone.

"Justin, I'd love for you to take me to the dinner," The smirk on Justin's face turned flat as one appeared on your face. Justin sighed, and backed up a bit from being all up in your face.