Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines

Your sick

"Justin!" You yelled sickly. You had a stuffed nose and a bad headache and he still wasn't back with your food. He was downstairs for 15 minutes and all he had to do was heat up some soup.

Your phone dinged letting you know that you got a text.

Justin- Hello? It's me. I was wondering if you can get better so we can have sex please.

You- Just get the food please.

Justin- You wasn't makin me food when I was sick.

You- Fine. Don't make me soup. I'll just stay sick. No sex for you.

You then hear footsteps running up the steps. He opens the door.

"Here's you soup."

*Super short sorry. Hope you like it.