Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

T.P.L.M. (pt.2)

You stepped through the door and immediately wanted to leave. The party hadn’t even started an hour ago but people were already drunk and scattered all over the place.

You turned to try and find your friends who drove to the party with you but they were long gone.

With a sigh, you made your way deeper into the crowd to try and look for them. Along the way, a red cup was shoved into your hand. You looked down into it and saw it was a clear liquid.

Assuming it was water, you put it to your lips and took a large gulp. You were proven wrong when you felt a burn trickle down your throat and all the way down to your stomach. You shivered, realizing that you had just drank alcohol.

Deciding you were going to have to drink a shitload of water to wash it out of your system quickly, you got rid of the plan to try and find your friends and went off in search of the kitchen instead.

When you found it, you pulled open the fridge door and grabbed as many bottles of water your arms could hold and closed it. You hopped up on an empty part of the counter and downed all of the bottles.

After you felt confident enough that you would not be getting that tipsy feeling that you’ve heard about, you went off in search of Bianca and Casey.

You found your way upstairs and started opening random doors, hoping you’d find either of your friends in one of them.

After walking in on way too many people doing the nasty, you decided you were just going to give up. You thought it’d be better to just call your mom and get her to take you home than stay at the party.

Plus, the only reason you went was so Justin could hop off your case, and you still had yet to see him. You didn’t care though, because you knew you had been there.

You started to make your way to the front of the house when your arm was grabbed and you were pulled into a dark room. You felt your back hit a wall and the person who grabbed you press their body right against yours.

“H-hello?” You whispered, fear clear in your voice.

“I’ve been watching you all night and it doesn’t look like you’re having much fun,” The familiar voice replied huskily.

“Justin you’ve got to be kidding me!” You put your hands against his chest and attempted to push him off of you. “You scared the sugar honey ice tea out of me!”

“What? Do you not curse?” He laughed. You felt him move away from you before the lights flickered on. You were in a room with white walls with a desk in the corner and bed in the center.

“Cursing isn’t very lady-like,” You pouted as you crossed your arms, “So no, I don’t curse.”

“So, you’re saying all the girls in the world that curse aren’t lady like?” He quirked his eyebrow.

“I am indeed saying that,” You replied and pulled your cardigan closer to your body. “What’s so good about cursing anyway? All it does is get you into trouble.”

Justin shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “I guess the best thing about it is that it gives some edge to your words.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and looked at a spot on the wall.

“But my personal favorite thing about cursing is that you can add the word ‘fucking’ anywhere in a sentence he still makes sense, for example,” He cleared his throat, “I’ve been fucking watching you all fucking night and it doesn’t fucking look like you’re having any fucking fun.”

I cracked a slight smile at his example. “Real mature Justin. Plus, you said you’d hop off my case if I showed up tonight, not if I had fudging fun.”

“Well having fun counts,” He smirked, “And do you really want me to leave you alone, y/n?”

“Very much so,” You nodded.

Justin slowly began walking towards you. “I don’t think you want that. You know what I do think you want?”

“Who are you to tell me what I do and don’t want?” You narrowed your eyes at him as he came and stood in front of you.

“I think you want me,” He said in a low voice.

You scoffed despite the mess you were feeling in your stomach. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to look into his hazel eyes anymore.

“You do, don’t you?” You could see him smirking out of the corner of your eye. “Look at me, y/n.”

When you didn’t, he slapped his hand on the wall right beside your face.

“I said look at me y/n.”

You obeyed this time and immediately regretted it when he crashed his lips onto yours.

You stood there, stunned at first, but soon responded and started moving your lips against his.

Justin tapped lightly two times on your ass before grabbing your thighs, and some uninnocent part of your body took control and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You felt Justin start walking before he laid down, on what you assumed was the bed, with you straddling his waist. Justin started leaving warm kissing down your neck before he stopped at the section where your shoulder and neck met and began sucking on it.

“Oh my gosh Justin,” You moaned. You laced your hands into his hair and absentmindedly started grinding your hips against the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, y/n,” Justin groaned out. He began fiddling with the buttons on your shirt as his lips met yours once again.

At that same moment, something in your head clicked.

This was wrong, this was so wrong! You and him, complete opposites, were about to do the deed on somebody else’s bed! In somebody else’s house!

You quickly back away from Justin’s lips and started fixing the buttons that he had undone. You climbed off of him and felt his eyes boring into your back as you walked away.

You couldn’t believe you were just about to do that! You shook your head and went in search of a bathroom where you could call your mom and calm down.

You were hot and flustered right now and the last thing you needed was your mom asking you about your wave of hormones.

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part 3?