Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

what you need

what you need
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s u m m a r y ; justin think he knows what you need

"You know what you need," He said over the phone, as you stood in the bathroom, looking over at yourself in the glossy mirror, phone in hand and up to your ear.

Your boyfriend in the other room, probably trying to calm himself after the little show you put on for him.

Your eyes roll, "And, what is that?" Over the phone, you hear shuffling in the background, but quickly dismiss it. Your eyes look over your skimpy outfit you had bought yourself a while back. Not for your boyfriend, but for someone else. . .

"Me," His voice spoke through from the phone, his breathing hitting his speaker, directly. You stilled in the mirror, already knowing the arrogance that was inside him. Arrogance that your boyfriend didn't bother having. But, it was something you liked.

You laughed, quietly to him, remembering the other, and main man in your life in the next room. "Oh, really?" You question him, reaching with your free hand to turn on the water faucet to drown out anyone who was eavesdropping in on your conversation.

The man on the line sighed, "Yes, (y/n), you might want him, but I have everything you need," He informs you, like he must know you better than you know yourself. You grin into the phone, hoping that you had made him a tad bit jealous. You loved making him jealous. . .

"How do you know he's what I want?" You immediately say back, looking down at the water filling the sink. He didn't answer back quickly like you expected, and that got to you. You tried making out any noises in the background, but heard nothing. Not even his breathing.

"Hel - " You were now trying to get his attention, but you suddenly to get his attention, which was all you wanted. "Come over," Was all he had said. With one small plea, you know you'd be right over there, ready for whatever he was. But, you couldn't, not right now.

"No. I can't, my boyfriend is in the other room," You say, keeping your voice low. You heard him sigh impatiently, and you could imagine his pretty eyes rolling back in irritation with you being so stubborn.

"I don't give a fuck about that lame ass boyfriend," His voice raised a little, something you had always liked. You had already knew he didn't care about your boyfriend, seeing as you were sneaking around with him. This man wanted you full time, and hated sharing. You had knew this from the beginning.

You let out another laugh, reaching out to turn the faucet off, after your laugh settled. You glance once more in the mirror, before moving to use the restroom.

"I'm serious, (y/n), I bet he can't even fuck you like I can," Your breathing hitches momentarily, remembering the night you two shared only days ago. He heard you, grinning to himself in accomplishment.

"Can he make you wet like I can? Do you really want him?" He eases you, as you sit upon your restroom toilet, grabbing toilet paper. You sigh, remembering how he'd tease you, wanting to hear you whine and moan.

You ignore his question, your mind hazy with imagines of that night. One of  best nights of your life.

"You don't need him. You need someone like me. Someone who can take care of you and your needs; someone who can fulfill your needs," His heavenly voice tells you, bluntly telling you how it is. And how it could be if you just gave him yourself.

"He isn't a man, (y/n). He's not even capable of giving you a real orgasm!" He is almost yelling, getting way too into telling you what your boyfriend can't do. You didn't like him talking down about your boyfriend like that.

You rolled your eyes again, "Really, it's not all about sex," You hear him huff into his phone, as you glare straight ahead. He was really aggravating you with that stuff. "But, that's why you need me, why don't you understand that?" You listen to him hiss at you like a snake.

"Ju - " You try to reason with the man, but like he always does, he cuts you right off. "Come over, right now," You shudder away from the phone, hearing him speak with much authority. You sigh and give in to him, "Fine," You say, flushing the toilet in defeat. . .

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so, a little snippet, that was supposed to be what you need.
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