⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"Jason, please. We're in public."

I walked through the amusement park while holding Jason's hand, admiring the view in front of me that had friends and families socializing and laughing amongst themselves. The weather couldn't get any better as of right now. No clouds in sight. Just a baby blue sky and an extremely bright shining star.

Jason is focused on everything surrounding him and it seems like he's in his own little world. My eyes are burning into the side of his face, admiring his cheeks and dimples bulging out when he makes any facial expression, his jawline being exposed whenever he faced the opposite direction of me.

The wind is calmly blowing his hair back, making it fall into place. His patience tattoo down his neck catches my attention. Bringing back memories, I was there with him in the tattoo parlor when he got that. He was so mesmerized by it and I remember him repeatedly thanking and complimenting the tattoo artist on how amazing it turned out to be. It's the little things that I always seem to notice whenever Jason seems to be on a different planet. He's so beautiful yet so unaware of it.

Have you ever looked at someone you know who's personally attractive on the inside and out and wanted to show them appreciation for it? It's like having the desire to show them a ridiculous amount of love for being the way that they are. I mean, there's people out there whose personalities are on another different level, but Jason is loving, down to earth, intelligent, and so much more. I then grabbed his chin gently to face me before pecking his lips.

His lips were always soft thanks to the chapsticks he's been buying these past few months.

"What was that for?" Jason chuckled, his pearly teeth showing.

"I was just admiring how adorable you looked being off guard. It's cute." I chuckled only loud enough for him to hear before resting my head on his shoulder for a brief second and glancing down at the concrete.

He quickly pulled my chin up for me to meet his gaze before kissing me back. Jason's tongue explored my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip as his fingers rested on my waist and became tighter before his hand gave my ass a slight squeeze. A gesture he makes often when we're in public, making it known that I'm his incase people decide to stare.

"Mine." he rasped huskily, feeling his breath meet contact with my lips.

"Jason, please. We're in public." I said, slight annoyance in my voice as I rolled my eyes at no one in particular before guiding his hand back to intertwine with mine.

"What? A guy can't claim his girl?" He smirked at me teasingly.

"That's not what I meant. Sometimes I just get embarrassed whenever you.... grab my ass." I trailed off.

"Embarrassed... how?" He said in the same tone before taking a sip from a small plastic cup that secured his fruit flavored smoothie.

"You know, the whole affectionate thing you have a habit of doing when we're around people." I paused. "That I specifically told you not to do because it makes me feel the way I do now." I huffed slightly to myself, that being confirmation towards my emotions.

"How do you feel then? Are you turned on or something? Or does it seriously bother you?" He questioned before wiggling his eyebrows at me. My mouth agape at his questions.

"Not necessarily, I'm not in my right mind now since that kind of pissed me off. You know you can only do that when we're alone." I rambled as I continued beaming around the amusement park.