⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"I want you so bad."

Wearing my red silk robe that I constantly have on around the house, I made my way up the stairs heading towards Jason and I's master bedroom. We decided that we would bathe together where we could sit and relax, rambling about how good or how bad the day treated us. Jason runs a gang. He handles drugs and weapons, gives his members orders, discusses the shipping and trading involved,  etc. Me on the other hand—I work at a strip club and I'm a bartender. Some nights are rough, some are chill and tolerable. It's a pain in the ass dealing with some desperate perverts, convincing them that I'm not a girl who works the pole. You know how horny men are, they'll get zoned out and completely brainwashed once they have their minds set to tits and ass.

Entering the room, I made my way over to my vanity before unfastening my metallic golden watch Jason bought me. It was gift for Valentine's Day. You know how some partners in a book or movie are always in denial about accepting valuable things as a form of appreciation? Yeah well, that's not me. If I mean that much to someone, I'll gladly accept the gift. I don't care if it's a ring pop or sports car. But back to Jason, I do go out of my way to buy surprise gifts for him too, when he least expects it. He deserves the world and so much more.

The only light visible in our bedroom was the lamp on Jason's side of the bed, it was dim and the atmosphere was more calming and personal.

My feet padded against the wooden floors of the room before meeting the granite flooring in the bathroom. The lights reflecting off it made it glimmer.

Leaving the door cracked slightly, I began untying the fabric from behind my back.

Jason was sat peacefully in the tub. His forearms rested on each side, turning it into his personal armrest. His head leaned back against the wall, body glistening from the lights that lit up the bathroom. He was partially covered in suds and bubbles.

"That color looks sooo good on you. I'm convinced that I shop for you better than you do for yourself." He smirked playfully.

"Okay, don't get too confident. You just got lucky. It's cute, I must admit, so I'll give you that." I said, returning the same smirk he gave me before his lips formed into a thin line.

"What can I say, I have good taste." He said cockily.

"Mmm, you do have good taste baby." I teased, hinting at something else he was more than familiar with.

His eyes were burning into every inch of me, looking me up and down as I awkwardly wiggled out of my shorts before pulling my tank top over my head, letting it fall carelessly on the soft rug.

Then facing the mirror, I quickly put my hair into a messy but secure ponytail before facing him.

"Get over here." He demanded in a low raspy tone. I did as he said.

Not daring to break the eye contact, he watched me as I casually stretched my leg over his side before doing the same with the other. Ugh, he's giving me sex eyes and he knows exactly what direction that goes in.

"Don't do that." I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice. I sat on Jason's lap, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him closer, making his body warmth meet mine. I'm trying my best to pretend like sitting on his dick isn't making him uncomfortable.

"Do what?" He smirked devilishly.

"Those sex eyes. I know what you're trying to do." I responded instantly at his fake astonishment.