Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

The Drunk and Sober

Sitting down on the bed next to Justin, you struggled to get his shirt over his head.

"Justin, can you please sit still!" You huffed, a chuckle escaping your throat as he turned his frantically, seeming to panic as his head was stuck inside his shirt.

They don't want us to sit still!" He chuckled lowly, as he held onto your arms, making it even harder for you.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you have those last few drinks; you're even more annoying." You joked quietly, finally getting his head free of his shirt and throwing it down next to you.

"You're so prettyyyyy." He mumbled as he leaned his face closer to yours. "You should be my girlfriend, b-but don't tell [Y/N] because she'd g-get upset." He stuttered on his words, the alcohol showing through.

You laughed at him in this state, it was too amusing to not just sit and play along with him. "Oh, do you not want to be with [Y/N] anymore?" You jokingly questioned him as you stopped undressing him for a second.

"Oh, noo. I loooove [Y/N] with my whole entire heart, she's so pretty and she gives g-great sex, especially when I'm fr-frustrated, she's so kind." He mumbled tiredly, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Holding in your laughter, you decided to go along with it a little longer. "Tell me more about this [Y/N]." You smiled as he sat up and used his pointer finger to trace his own tattoos on forearm.

"S-She's my girlfriend and she's lovely and sexy and hot. Youuu actually look a lot like her, you k-know. B-But she's prettier than you so." He shrugged way too dramatically for you to be able to hold your laughter in, he frowned at you as you burst into a fit of giggles.
"What's funny? Did someone tell you a joke? Tell me it, I like laughing." He smiled and laughed as he stared at you as you tried to calm down.

"No, Justin, no one told me a joke. Do you not know who I am?" Grinning at him as his eyes drooped and his breath was unsteady.

"Are you Santa? Because I-I didn't get what I wanted this year." He frowned deeply, shaming me, or Santa for that matter.

"No, I'm [Y/N], your girlfriend." Letting out a chuckle as he grinned widely.

"[Y/NNN], where'd you go, baby? I missed you." He pouted as he grabbed your waist harshly and pulled you into him.

"I've been here the whole time, Justin." Laughing at him as he sloppily pressed his lips against your cheek.

"I love you so muchhh." He moaned as he continued to embrace you.

"I love you too, babe. Now we need to get you into bed, you're completely shitfaced." You stood him up and pulling his jeans down his legs, then sitting him down again so you could pull them off his legs.

"[Y/N], I-I love you and everything but I d-don't think we should get in bed together j-just yet. I wanna wait until we get married." Justin sat on his bed with his legs crossed in just his boxers, looking up at you with a serious and sympathetic expression on his face.

"If that's what you want, Justin, then I can't argue with you. I'm sure I can wait." You went along and pretended to be hurt, you placed a bucket from the bathroom next to the bed just in case anything needed to come back up in the middle of the night.

"Boy, have I got some things to tell you when you're sober." You chuckled as you imagined the pinkness creeping onto Justin's face as you inform him of the things he's said to you tonight.