Justin Bieber interracial Imagines

•salty•

"Justin, you lame as fuck" you whined

"What do you wanna do then, since I'm so lame?" He asked taking another lays chip in his mouth

You watched him eat it, your face becoming disgusted "ew justin, you like those?" You pointed at the bag

He looked down at them and nodded "yea what's wrong with them?" He asked

"Nothing, I just don't like 'em" you leaned back in the couch "change the channel"

"No" justin dead panned

"Ugghh, I don't wanna watch this" you whined

"Well I do and you're going to watch it as long as you're down here watching TV with me" justin took the remote and placed it on the far side of him

You sat up and looked him directly in his face "why you always gotta be like that?" You asked

"Like what?"

"Salty, you always being salty. Its probably from all them lays chips you been eatin" you stood up and began to walk upstairs

"Fuck you" justin retorted

"Thank you" you accepted

"What?" He asked

"You said fuck me so I take that as you're attracted to me" you giggled

Justin rolled his eyes, sitting back in the couch. You got out your phone and began to text your friend Chelsea.

'Hey'

not even a minute later she text back

'Hey girly, what's up?'

'Justin is being lame as fuck, not letting me watch what I wanna watch, then ends being salty'

'Damn, why he gotta be salty tho?'

You heard footsteps coming towards the door.

'Idk, but I'll text u in a bit, he coming'

'Okay'

Just walked into the door just on cue. You laid on your back, with your fingers intertwined together on your stomach. He looked at you and smirked.

'What?" You asked

'Oh, nothing" he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up a little before you stopped him.

"Nope. uh, uh, keep ya shirt on" you told him

"Why?"

"Do you want me to go in another room?" You asked

"It my house, I'll just follow you" justin smirked

"And why would you do that?"

"Because 1, you are my best friend and 2, well you even said it yourself, I'm attracted to you" he chuckled, taking his shirt off

"Ugh, you get on my nerves" you whined

Justin just laughed and plopped onto your body, leaving you erasing for air.

"Nigga, get the fuck off of me" you tried pushing him, but he didn't budge

"No" his muffled disagreement, escaped from between your breast "its warm right here" he lifted his head grinning

"Its going to, do you see how big these things are?" You giggled

"Its warm right here too" he looked you in the eye and placed his hand on your vagina

"Justin, don't touch me there!" You laughed

"Why not?"

"1, that's my no no square and 2, its my body, I get to choose what happens or not"

"Well, if I want it to happen....then it'll happen" justin pressed his lips against yours

You were caught off guard, but soon found yourself kissing back.

End notes

Part two? Only if you want it. You have to ask tho. I have more imagines to put out there...

Just so you knew, brb