⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"I need you."

JUSTIN'S POV

{Y/N} and I finally booked an arranged date to greet my parents for the very first time. Her being busy with schoolwork, activities, and business back at home prevented me from bringing up the topic about meeting my parents in the first place. As for me, I've already met her parents. Her mother is in love me and her dad is quite unsure of the way he feels towards me which believe it or not, hurts my feelings. I've always dreamt that my future girlfriend or wife's parents would genuinely be fine with the way that I am and what I come with. I'm an asshole at times but only when it's necessary. For instance — this could range from defending my girlfriend to witnessing animal abuse. Sure, I give off a douchey dangerous troublemaker type vibe but I swear that I'm indeed, a sweetheart.

My mother and I spoke on the phone for about an hour or two and made reservations at this fancy restaurant downtown where we could be able to see a badass view of the beach. She insisted that we dressed not too fancy but not too casual which I involuntary rolled my eyes at. I mean, I'd still look good either way. So would my girl. {Y/N} would go crazy when the sight is revealed to her. The distance from from our loft to my parents' house was about an hour long drive so if you wanted, you could easily squeeze a nap in between there.

I drove down an empty road. It appeared to be no sign of civilization being present from the lack of vehicles and no light visibility of skyscrapers in sight. The darkness of the night sky, grey clouds, and many stars sat above us as the blue LED headlights of my Lamborghini illuminated the road, supporting my vision to see. The air conditioning was set to an average minimum.

Gripping the steering wheel with my left hand, I cautiously check my surroundings through my mirrors in case other cars were heading to pass me or creep behind me. I'm praying a cop isn't just camping in the woods eager to give someone a fucking speeding ticket because right now, I don't give a fuck what the speed limit is. My only focus as of right now is to arrive at my parents' house as quickly as possible. I can save the continuous lectures and complaints for later. I mean, we're already running late thanks to {Y/N} taking her precious time to glamor up and do whatever it is that girls do and whatnot. But the wait was definitely worth it because damn, it took everything in me not to glimpse at her and down her body for too long. I did not plan on losing control of my car and crashing into the middle of nowhere tonight.

Stealing a quick glimpse in {Y/N}'s direction, she sat comfortably beside me in the passenger seat with her leg resting carelessly on top of the other. Her gaze was glued to the window, staring at nothing in particular as the light of the insides beamed a reflection on the glass, causing it to form into an illusion.

She wore a fabricated velvet crop top supported with a fitted pencil skirt to match that enhanced her entire figure. The light pink material complimented her skin perfectly. Admiring her features all at once caused my dick to harden as well as a shiver going down my spine from the thought of what I'd enjoy doing to her. As gorgeous as she looks in this outfit, I wouldn't hesitate to rip that shit right off as if she was a wrapped Christmas present before pleasuring her just the way she likes it. I could if I wanted to but God forbid that I run late because soon, my parents would grow impatient every passing second. I can honestly picture my father hunched over while sitting on the couch with his elbows perched on his knees and my mother scrolling through her phone and eating a granola bar to keep herself occupied. Knowing me, we'd be fucking for hours until our muscles gives out completely. And I'm not over exaggerating when I say that because it's happened more than once.

Shaking my head from these thoughts, I readjusted myself in the driver's seat, stretching my seatbelt outwards before it snaps back to my chest not too harshly. Taking a look at the radio and seeing no sign of words lit up on the small screen, I press the button before switching between broadcasts and music before setting my eyes on the road in front of me. The moment I did this, at the corner of my eye, {Y/N} is staring at me intently, tapping her index finger against her skirt repeatedly. I have absolutely no idea what she's contemplating but whatever it is, I'm ready for the reveal.