Justin Bieber Imagines

Drunk?! (Sad/Dirty/Cute)

"Justin stop!" You giggled. "Stop what?" He said still tickling you. Suddenly he stopped when he saw the clock, it was 9:06. "(Y/n) get ready at 10:00 pm. Ok?" He said quickly. "Ok" you said sadly.

Justin now went out of the house and now you're all alone.

"GET READAYYY!!" You shouted while running up the stairs. You did your usual ~girly~ things.

It's now 10:45, Justin is not here. You thought he's stuck in a traffic. "Oh well... Gotta wait maybe he's in a traffic".

11:16 still... Justin is not here yet.

12:32 *door opened* "Heyyyyy babbyyyyyyy!" Justin shouted. You stood up with an upset face.

"Excuse me mister, but why are you late?" You asked. "It was nothing... It's just that Scooooooter showed me something"

Tears started running down your cheeks. The smirk on Justin's face faded away. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!! You were late!" You started running up the stairs. And you closed the door to your and Justin's room.

*door opens* "oh shit" you mumbled to yourself, because you forgot to lock the door.

"Come here"
"No"
"Why?"
"Because I said so"
"Alright"

He sat down next to you and started kissing your neck.

"Ju-...stin jus-...t stop" "what? Stop this?" Now he started kissing down your neck to your collar bone.

"I hate you" you said. By that he pushed you against the wall. "You hate me? I'll make you love me"

You stared into his dark eyes, they were full of hunger and lust. He kisses you hungrily, passionately, and needly.

You never kissed someone like that, you loved this kiss.

"Do you love me now?" "Yes" you giggled.