Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Photoshoot [requested]

Sorry if the details of this aren't accurate; I know absolutely nothing about photoshoots.

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Justin's POV

I stepped out my car and wind hit me hard like a slap in the face. I ran my hand through my hair and started walking towards the entrance of the studio.

I had a photoshoot today that was scheduled way too early in the morning in my opinion. It was 8 o'clock! Who the hell wakes up this early?

“Good morning Mr. Bieber,” The receptionist smiled.

“What's so good about it?” I grumbled.

Her smile faltered at my statement but I flashed her my award winning smile and it quickly returned. Hey, I may be in a bad mood but I needed to save my rep.

I pushed through the doors and saw people running around fixing backdrops, lighting, and everything else needed.

“Hey Justin,” A familiar voice said. I turned around to see Mila, my stylist that I use for photoshoots. Behind her, she had a rail of clothes I guess I was posing in today.

“Hey Mila,” I smiled. She was short but she was also a little spitfire with a powerful punch and tons of attitude.

“Are you ready for this?” She asked. She pulled the rail of clothes past me and I followed.

“I guess,” I shrugged before looking around, “Where's the photographer?”

“She’s not coming in today.” Mila stopped pulling the rail right in front of the dressing rooms.

“What do you mean she’s not coming in today?” I asked. Why the hell was I here if Olivia wasn't here? She was my absolute favorite photographer– I always requested her and now she's not coming?

“If you don't chill,” She gave me a pointed look, “Olivia is sending in her friend. According to her, the person is just as good or better.”

“But I don't want somebody else,” I pouted, “I want Liv.”

“Well either you take what you can get now or wait for Liv to come back from vacation,” She sighed.

I crossed my arms, “Fine, I'll take the replacement.”

“Good,” She smiled, “Now go change.”

Mila a pair of clothes off the rack, put them in my hand, then shoved me into the dressing room.

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Half an hour later, I had the first outfit on, everything was set up, and guess who wasn't here?

The replacement of course.

Here I stood in front of Mila while she fixed my outfit like she had done 20 times in the last five minutes.

“This woman is so unprofessional; how the hell are you going to show u-”

“I’m here!” A voice yelled as the doors flew open. “I’m so sorry I'm late everybody. I got lost and I’m so sorry!”

“That’s not an ex-”

I turned around and stopped mid-sentence.

Holy shit.

The replacement photographer stood before me, fiddling with her fingers and looking up at me. She had dark brown skin and black, curly hair that she had pushed back from her face with a headband. My eyes raked over her body and took in her hour glass figure.

Hot damn.

“I know it's not an excuse,” She walked closer to me. “I apologize for being late and it’ll never happen again.”

“Um…”

I couldn't even form a sentence; what the hell.

“It's fine,” Mila said beside me with a smile. “Everybody has their bad days.”

Bless your heart Mila.

“Alright, let's get this started,” Replacement said.

What was her name again…?

She held the camera up to her eye, before opening some compartment of it and frowning.

“Where is my?” She said to herself. She turned around and bent over into her crate, giving be the perfect view of her ass.

Jesus Christ.

I started to move my hand down to readjust my pants so the hard on I currently had wouldn't be as obvious but it was too late.

“Found it!” She popped back up, turned around, and placed something into her camera. “Let's get this show on the road!”

Many outfit changes, many backdrop and prop changes, many bright flashes in my damn eyes later, we were finally done for the day.

“I just want to apologize again for being late earlier.” Replacement, who's name I found out to be Y/N, was packing up her stuff. She bent over for like the tenth time in the past five minutes and I looked away.

“It's perfectly fine,” I replied, still looking away.

I heard the snap of her crate closing and I turned back to see her flashing me a gorgeous smile.

“So, Y/N,” I began, shoving my hands in my pockets, “I wanted to ask you if maybe you wanted to go out with me sometime?” She gave me a surprised look. “I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I mean that'd be fine, I-”

“No,” She said with a smile, “I’d love to.”

I smiled at her reply.

I didn't see why she’d want to go out with me, but I wasn't going to argue.

Soon after, we had exchanged phone numbers and we were walking to her car.

“This is it,” She said, pointing to a black car. After she opened it, I lifted up her camera kit and placed it in her trunk.

I pushed a curl out her face that fell from her headband. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear. “ Goodnight, Y/N.”

She cleared her throat, “Goodnight Justin.”

With a final smirk and a wink, I turned and headed to my car.

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