Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Blow Ups

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“Y/N, would you be a sweetheart and come here for a second?” A sympathetic smile slipped over my gentle, pink lips as I politely excused myself from the crowd of Justin’s distant family members that had eagerly engulfed me into a lifetime telling of his embarrassing childhood stories. Pattie eyed me gratefully as I clicked my way across the patio to the small huddle of aunts and uncles that she was currently conversing with. This is the first year that Justin and I decided to spend Christmas with his family back in Canada and I couldn’t help but admit my excitement. I was already having a blast and this was merely the Christmas party. “Everyone, I’d like you to officially meet Y/N. Her and Justin have been together for 3 years already.”

Everyone ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ when Pattie introduced me. “It really is a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

“She’s so pretty.” A soft-faced blonde woman cooed as she tapped Pattie on the shoulder.

Pattie giggled while I blushed furiously. “I know, right? Look at the ring he just bought her.” She grasped at my hand and didn’t hesitate to show the large diamond clad ring on my finger. I simply smiled at the fact that she was still so amazed, even though Justin and I had revealed our engagement to her over three weeks ago. “Y/N is literally one of the best people that I could ever ask for as a daughter-in-law.” Her comments were heart-warming. “But I’d like to know where my actual son is at this point.”

Just as a slight giggle fell from my lips, I felt a hand curve smoothly around the dip of my hip and a warm peck in the crook of my neck. “Here I am,” Justin’s deep, raspy voice bellowed through my ears causing me to instinctively fall back into his embrace. “But I need to steal my fiance away for a minute if that’s alright with you guys. I have something for her back in the house.” His fingers slipped through my own and he squeezed my hand gently as he dragged me through the sliding doors that led to the living room.

“Your family is wonderful,” I stood up faintly on my tip-toes, my hands fisting at the neckline of his black tee-shirt. He chuckled lightly, slipping an inked arm across the small of my back. My eyes flickered from his plump, reddened lips to his creamy, chocolate eyes several times before he took the opportunity to enclose them over mine in a wet, supple kiss.

“I’m glad someone thinks so. But look,” his free hand sunk into the back pocket of his skinny jeans and emerged again with a rose gold iPhone 6s plus. “I stopped by the store and got your phone fixed.” He handed it to me with a peck which I thankfully returned, and I grabbed it from him, freeing myself from his grip overall.

“Thank you, baby:” I plunked down on the couch and he did right next to me, his hand resting over the thickness of my thigh as my phone turned on slowly. He’d already began to scroll through the feed on his phone and I found myself clenching my thighs together at the sight of him - much like I always did. I was mentally undressing him, only to be interrupted be nearly thirty chimes from my untouched phone. We both looked down at it, curious as to what was so urgent, but when Kendall, Hailey, and Ari’s names flashed over the screen, I knew something had to be up.

Justin had already looked away by the time I finished scanning over missed texts, and they all pretty much said the same thing: check his Instagram. It was the first thing that I did, my heart nearly pounding through my chest as his page loaded. And from the moment that I first saw it – him standing by his car with that girl – I felt like my heart had stopped and plummeted pitifully to my stomach. I stared at the photo, completely in awe, of how nearly two million people had liked it. I was shocked at his caption, ‘Lord knows’. Lord knows what?! What hurt me most, however, was the fact that Justin and I had an argument about this same Jasmine girl a couple of days back. He knew I was insecure about her and he told me that it was nothing.

Within seconds, my sadness turned to rage and my blood was boiling. I slapped his hand off of my thigh and stood up throwing the phone in his lap. “What the hell, Justin?”

Obviously shocked, at my abrupt anger, he flinched and locked his phone, turning his full attention to mine. His eyes widened for a split millisecond before guilt washed over his face and he looked up to read mine. “Baby, calm down. It’s just a picture.”

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me right now.” I spat. “It’sjust a picture?” My voice was shaky, and I could feel a speech barrier forming at the base of my throat. “This is not just a fucking picture, Justin.”

“Yes, it is.” He stood to his feet now too.

“You’re standing between her fucking legs like she’s your girlfriend. And she sure as hell doesn’t seem bothered by it.” He couldn’t even look at me. “Is this when you said you were out with Khalil and Za? Because this doesn’t look like Khalil and Za, Justin! Or maybe I just missed the part when they started shaving their fucking legs and wearing my mother-fucking boots!” My clenched fist shoved at his chest forcefully with each word, only knocking him back a bit. But while he was dealing with my anger, attempting to calm me down, I was struggling to regain composure.

He grasped at my wrist, enveloping my tiny hand in his as he spoke, nearing me. “Baby, you know we’re just friends. I didn’t even mean for the picture to be taken, Za and Khalil were just goofing around with my phone.”

“So the picture was taken accidentally?” I questioned.

“Yes.”

“Let me guess then, did you accidentally post thefucking picture to your fucking page?!” I was beyond furious, and my tone of voice conveyed it. “Was that an accident?”

“Y/N, please, you’re overreacting.” Justin sighed gripping at my hip.

“Let me go.” I instructed, shaking free from his grasp. “You posted it, Justin, and I’m upset because you posted it knowing how I feel about you hanging out with her. It’s obvious she likes you and you say that you don’t like her, but you flirt. You flirt with her and it hurts. You post pictures with her and it hurts. It hurts because all the while you’re posting ‘Lord knows’ with this picture of her, you’re completely and utterly whipped fiance is alone at home waiting for youto come back. And she is still yet to be seen on your Instagram.”

“I told you nothing happened. It’s not that big of a deal. We just took a picture.”

“Well, Justin, if you can take pictures with her because she’s ‘just a friend’ but you can’t even take a fucking picture with the woman who’s supposed to become your fucking wife in a few months, maybe we’ve got this whole thing misunderstood.” My jaw tightened and my teeth seethed as I loosened the ring from my finger.

“Y/N cut it out.” He said sternly, yanking at my arm.

“No you cut it out!” I screamed, pulling away yet again. “You can cut it out and you can fuck off. Go marry her!” Tears flew rapidly down my face as I threw the ring at his chest and pushed him away from me. I turned, my palm rubbing softly at my tear stained cheeks, only to find that the patio doors had been left open. Every member of Justin’s family had their eyes locked on me. I was humiliated and embarrassed that they heard everything I said to him, and in that moment, I swear, I wanted to die in a hole.

“Y/N,” Justin whispered.

“Oh, my God.” I was full on sobbing as I ran away, my feet carrying me as fast as they could up the stairs and into the guest room where I could cry in peace. I locked the door, and wept pathetically into the mattress. Had I been overreacting? Was I wrong for being hurt about Justin posting a picture of her and not me? Or was I more hurt about the fact that he didn’t tell me, and I had to hear it from my friends? Either way, I felt broken. I’d just called off my engagement and made a scene in front of his family. They probably didn’t even want me here anymore.

“Y/N, baby please open the door.” Justin said quietly from behind the frame. “Let me in so we can talk about this.” I ignored him, though, the only thing preventing me from running into his arms being the fact that I made a fool of myself in front of him. There was a brief silence and the only thing that could be heard was my faint sniveling. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He sighed. 

How did this all turn so quickly?