Justin Bieber Imagines

Drunk Love || Dirty

you.

I sighed involuntary, as I heard the familiar click of the front door from the front of the flat that me and Justin shared. Thinking already who it was, I shuffled over to the living room, my eyes instantly finding Justin's figure slouched right on the wall besides him after he had just closed the door.

"Babe?" I whispered, making my way over to him.

His head darted straight up, once he heard me. "Oh h-hello ba-abyy!!!" Justin slurred, a lazy smile planted on his lips.

"Oh, you're drunk aren't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. I shook my head, walking over to him. He didn't take another second and by the time I was right in front of him, his long arms were being thrown all over my body, holding onto me as tight as he could.

"Ba-abyy! I ... I missed you -- you so muchh!" He said, kissing all over my neck while moving his hands to my hips.

I chuckled, running my fingers on his bicep. "I missed you too babe. Seems like you had fun with the guys again, eh?" I replied, staring up at the drunken boy in front of me. His eyes bored into mine, as he tried to process what I just said into his head because he was just too drunk to even catch up with what I'm saying.

Justin's face brightened up once he just finished processing all the words that I had said.

"Ooh yes baaaby! The.. the bar gave me, like soo much free drinks - and I like chugged..." Justin stop for a minute so he could take a breath. "And I chu-ugged like sooo many stuff!" He spoke, shooting me an adorable smile.

"Babe, we should just get you to bed yeah?"

Justin nodded, and I helped him all the way to our room, as his arms around my body was doing anything but loosening up. Justin kept a tight hold on me, kissing my neck while the journey to our room.

"Ba-abe, you're soooo beautiful right now... you - you know that right?" He said, stuffing his head into my neck, once I managed to stumble our bodies into the room that we shared.

"You remind me that everyday." I responded, smiling to myself as his teeth bit gently on my earlobe.

Even at his drunken state, he managed to remember that was one of my weaknesses for him. He knew that was one of the most biggest turn on's for me. And I couldn't help but think that this will probably not end good.

"You're just so... hot." He breathed out, whispering in my ear. His lips made their way over to my jaw, as he made a small trail of kisses up to the corner of my mouth. But before his lips made contact with mine, I pulled away.

Justin tried leaning in again, but I leaned back making him groan.

"Baby, come back here. I wanna' kiss you." He complained like a small child, as his lips tried chasing mine.

"No babe. You consumed almost the whole bar. And I'm not going kiss you until you brush your teeth." I replied strictly, stepping away from his embrace.

But he was not having that. The second he huffed in annoyance, his hands made their way to cup my face, and practically drag my face to him, almost forcing me to kiss him.

His lips made contact with mine, and I couldn't help but cringe from the taste of alcohol left on his tongue. But I also couldn't help but feel also complete when he crashed his lips onto mine.

An "I love you" managed to escape his lips as he continued to kiss me. My mouth parted, gladly letting Justin's tongue enter, giving him easy access.

His hands went right underneath my thighs, as he hoisted me up, making his way to our bed.

He gently laid me on my back, not bothering to break our heated make out as he hovered above me.