Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Room Painting [requested]

(this is in no way connected to my last pref about painting)

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You pushed a headband on your hair to keep it out of your face before grabbing one of Justin’s shirts and throwing it on. It fell down to the middle of your thighs but you shrugged and left the room.

Today you and Justin were painting the guest bedroom of you guys’ new house. You two had recently moved in with each other after months of dating and the constant annoyance of driving across town just to see each other.

“We should’ve hired painters, y/n,” Justin mumbled when you walked in. He was pouring the paint into one of the trays and his back was to you.

“What would be the fun in that?” You smirked, “Nice ass by the way.”

“Um, thanks?” He straightened back up, turned around, and went wide eyed. “Y/n, i-is that my shirt?”

You looked down at yourself. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

Did he want you to change? Maybe you should’ve asked first…

“I-I don’t, I mean well I do, but I-” He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I don’t mind but unless you don’t want any painting done today, I suggest you go put some pants on.”

You laughed out loud at the seriousness in his voice.

“I’m not playing, y/n.” He continued in even more serious of a tone. You wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at him curiously. Your eyes slowly travelled down to his basketball shorts and went wide eyed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“I think you need to go take a cold shower mister,” You bellowed out in laughter.

“Ha ha, real funny y/n.” He said and started adjusting his pants, making you laugh harder. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Half an hour later, the wall you were painting was half way done. You turned around and saw Justin had already finished his whole wall and was moving onto the next one.

“How did y- shit!” You yelled as your foot got stuck in the plastic you had laid on the ground. You came crashing down into the tray of paint and felt it fly in every direction when your butt hit it.

“What h-” Justin began before he roared in laughter. “I told you to put pants on didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the paintbrush lying beside you in the tray. You reached it behind your head and flung it at Justin. You were aiming for his shirt at least, but instead you hit something much better.

“My hair!” Justin exclaimed. “Y/n!”

“Oh shit.” You mumbled. You stood up and took off running out of the room. You heard Justin’s thunderous footsteps behind you as you ran down the stairs.

You squealed when Justin’s arm found your waist pulling you to his chest. What you didn’t expect was the tray of paint that was now being poured all over you.

The clanking sound of the tray hitting the floor and Justin’s obnoxious laughter had you snapped out of your daze. Your hand reached up to your hair, and when you brought it back down, it was covered in red paint.

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Yeah,” He laughed, “But remember payback is a bitch.”

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