⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"It's funny when I tease you."

Justin, Khalil, and I were headed to sit-down restaurant. When we arrived, I immediately opened the passenger's door, stepping out of Justin's car. My heels came in contact with the rocky cement and clacked against the concrete. Slipping my leather purse on, I made my way to the entrance doors. I don't know about them, but I'm starving and I'm wasting no time in waiting for them.

Inching closer, I stop in my tracks before turning around and giving them an impatient look with a hand on my hip, as if a little kid was eager to enter a water park and needed their rightful guardian's consent.

"Can you two walk any faster?" I question sarcastically.

"Chill out, yo. I got a cramp from riding in that little space you call a 'backseat'." Khalil mentions before giving Justin a cold stare.

"Hey, it's not my fault you didn't call shotgun." Justin defends.

"Yeah right. As if you'd even let me sit in the front while your girl sits in the back." Khalil says ridiculously.

We enter the building as a woman with blonde hair stands at a podium in front of us before inhaling the delicious smell of foods. I exchange greetings with her before telling her a table for three. As I'm talking with her, I sense Justin's body warmth before he grabs my ass through my leather skirt. Thankfully, Khalil wasn't looking.

A waitress escorts us to booth the three of us to a table booth that was located in the corner of the restaurant. A perfect view of a flat screen TV on the other side, showing a basketball that was currently happening. Khalil had one side of the booth to himself while Justin and I shared the other.

The waitress jotted down our beverages. Justin wanted raspberry lemonade, Khalil wanted cherry Coke, and I wanted the classic iced tea. It legit took us about 10 minutes to decide what meals we eventually confirmed before our waitress came by and wrote down our orders.

Justin casually rested the palm of his hand on my thigh and gently caressed it, an action he does to stall time or to make me comfortable. Scrolling through my phone, I eavesdrop on him and Khalil conversing. Not necessarily listening, but I'm not paying attention to every little detail they're saying.

Looking up from my phone for a moment, I watch as Justin's Adam's apple moves up and down as every word escapes from his mouth.

Since leaving the house, I didn't fully examine and admire Justin's outfit for tonight. Definitely suits him, definitely fuckable. I sense my arousal as I stare at his rolled up sleeves that stopped at his elbows. His tattoos just compliments the look even more; pure sexiness. His hands we're the perfect size. Not too big, not too small. They were veiny. His free hand then reached up to caress his baby chin hairs.

Putting my attention back on my phone screen, my eyes on my phone screen, I slowly moved Justin's hand further up my legs, his hand cupping my thigh as a fingertip brushed against my thong. I let his hand go and he got the gist of what I wanted him to do to me.

As he was currently having a laughing session with Khalil, his fingers slid my thong to the side until I felt a touch to my clit. Quickly yanking his hand from under my skirt, my nails sunk into the flesh of his fingers, possible to leave a print from that. Justin yelped in pain.

"Fuck!" he hissed as he held his affected finger to his mouth. I played dumb and looked at him in confusion, pretending I wasn't expecting the sudden outburst.