Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines

Fuck Boys

You tapped your foot against the hardwood floor repeatedly cutting your eyes at Justin while he giggled and smiled at his phone. You've been getting annoyed with his little antics he has been having with Ashley.

Yes, the model.

He thinks he's slick and that you don't know about him cheating but it couldn't be more obvious. You walked your way towards Justin sitting on his lap, smiling your biggest, fakest smile you had. "Hey baby." You trailed your finger down his neck to the collar of his shirt. "Hey." He replied instantly removing his phone from sight before resting his hands on your ass.

You stared into his eyes before asking, "You going to Chris' house party tonight?" "No, I-I got studio work to finish up on." He avoided your death stare. "I'll go to then." "No!" He yelled in pure nervousness. "Im going to finish alone. Nobody else around." His phone beeped and he cut his eye looking at the screen smiling once more before getting up with you still on his lap. You fell flat on your ass and he didn't even notice.

You sat there thinking of a plan of how the hell you were gonna bust Justin than it came to mind. Aliesha. She's the craziest person you know and her insaness is just what you needed.
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The whole car ride to Justin's secret penthouse, which you just found out about thanks to Za who you threatened the fuck out of , was total silence. It wasn't awkward silence it was more of a silence to help you mentally prepare for what you might see Justin doing with another female and help prepare for what you might do to them. "You ready?" Aliesha asked while reaching for the baseball bat in the back seat. "Only as ready as I can be." You made your way to the top floor of Justin's penthouse without any problem thanks to the world knowing you as Mrs. Future Bieber. Waiting for the elevator doors to open you could here loud music playing and a bunch of people talking. The smell of loud (really bad smelling weed) reeked the air. This was making you angrier and angrier the fact that he kept lying to you was driving crazy. "I'm ready to beat some ass." She laughed while hitting the heel of her foot with the bat. Aliesha was a former softball player so her swing is just right.

The elevator door opened revealing hella people through the thick smog of weed. Aliesha walked towards the stereo system cutting off the music. "AIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS IF YOU DONT LIVE HERE YOU GOTTA LEAVE, YOU AINT GOT TO GO HOME BUT YOU GOT TO GET THE HELL UP OUTTA HERE." She started swinging hitting everything In site. People ran out through the stairwells and anywhere else possible. "What the fuxk are you doing Aliesha!" Justin's voice rang through the penthouse. You spotted Ashley trying to leave. "Hell nah bitch you stay here too." You grabbed her by her hair dragging her over by Justin. "Fuck.. Y/N." His eyes met your presence. "LET GO OFF ME." Ashley screamed throwing punches in the air, hitting you in my face. You filled with rage and the ghetto side of you came out. You threw her head against the floor knocking her out. Justin looked at both you and Aliesha in fear. You walked up to Justin whispering in his ear, "You know what I do to liars and cheaters?" He shook his head. You placed your hands on his shoulders and kissed his lips smiling at him sweetly right before you kneed him hard as fuck in the sack. He wailed in pain and You could've sworn you saw tears in his eyes. "Fuck boys. Ugh can't stand them."