Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines

My Calvins

"Annnnnd you're done." The makeup artist pats your face before stepping to the side so you could see yourself. "Amazing." You mumbled turning your head this way and that. It still amazed you they way they could change your face. The goddess staring back at you with familiar brown eyes always confused you. "Are you excited." Your manager Beth walked up to your left and placing her hand on your shoulder. She squeezed and smiled broadly in the mirror. "I am, but I think your cutting of my circulation." You shrug off her hand and get out of the chair.

Sticking your hands in your pants and pulling up the Calvin Klein underwear band. You release it and it snaps back on your skin with a satisfying pop. Your were a relatively average and unknown model and your manager had somehow managed to land you a shoot with Calvin Klein. They picked you because you apparently had a "exotic look". You on the other hand considered yourself an average black girl but, why not capitalize on it.

"So who am I working with?"

Beth smiled even wider if that was possible. "The one and only Justin Drew Bieber!" You quirked your eyebrows. Whatever excitement Beth was feeling you weren't. Now don't get me wrong you didn't dislike him, you even brought some of his songs. You were just indifferent to his existence. "Now don't make that face, he's a good looking man." Beth swatted at your arm. "aren't you like 27, I didn't know you were a cougar." Beth smacked you on the back of the head, mumbling under her breath.

"Excuse me, your needed on set." An intern popped her head in the door. You stick your tongue out at Beth before quickly following the intern. The set is simple white on white. Justin was apparently running late. A few of his team had arrived early and were milling around the set. You walk around the set trying to occupy yourself. You spy the food table. You frown knowing you can't eat while your working.

A door is opened loudly breaking the focus you had on the food table. You see Justin quickly walking across the set surrounded by bodyguards and a horde of babbling interns. He is quickly escorted to a dressing room. "What the hell." You frown and cross your arms. Beth appears next to you. "You would think that he would be on time considering the fact that he's Canadian." You say. Beth gives you a confused look.

" You know. Because there suppose to be nice and considerate."

"y/n!"

15 minutes later.

Justin reappears from the dressing room clad in matching black Calvin Kleins and nothing else. He walked over to you and stuck out his hand. You shake his hand and he says "Hi im Justin." He smiles broadly. "Im y/n." You had misjudged his size, he was a lot taller than you had guessed.

The photographer claps messing up your train of thoughts. He quickly begins arranging you guys in various poses. You had never been a fan of couple shoots and it didn't help that you had to pose with Justin Bieber half naked. The photographer soon noticed your reservation and began urging you to loosen up, which didn't help. Justin had also noticed you were getting overwhelmed and clasped his hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry, your doing great." He whispered to you.

For some reason the it worked and the rest of the shoot went flawlessly. You even had a couple of laughs with Justin, he was funny in a weird kind of way. When the photographer ended the shoot you ran back to your dressing room and changed back into your clothes. You were tired and wanted to go home at this point, unfortunately you didn't drive yourself here. Beth was being social as normal, chatting excitedly with one of the guys from Justin's team.

" Hey y/n." You feel someone grab your shoulder. "What happened." You say turning around to face a now clothed Justin. "I had a lot of fun during the shoot and I was wondering if I could get your number?" He stared you in the soul holding his phone out with a blank contact page open. Without a word you take his phone and quickly add your name and number. He takes it back and immediately texts you, Justin with a smiley emoji. "So I have to go I'll see you around, bye." He leans in and gives you a tight hug before quickly walking off with a small army following him.

"Oooooooohhhhh shit!" Beth shrieks making a satisfied face. "Now what was that all about." Beth smiled.

"He asked for my number and I gave it to him."

"I knew you liked him."

"You know for someone who is 27 you sure seem real interested in a 22 year old."

"Just get in the car!" You smile triumphantly as you make your way to her car. You feel your phone vibrate and ignore it. You still needed time to process that Justin Bieber now had your number.

AN: so its been a while, college ain't no joke. I hope you guys like it.