Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Chocolate Cake* (Christmas Series #1)

"Are you sure we're gonna be okay?" she asked Justin as he sat in the driver's seat, hand resting on the steering wheel rather than clutching it.

"We'll be fine," he reassured me, or he tried to. "It'll clear up by the time we get to your parents' house."

The snow was falling heavily, and Justin was having to activate the windscreen wipers every five seconds. Justin was going fast down the motorway, and by how icy the roads looked, it wasn't a good idea. Although, [Y/N] had to admit, it was a beautiful sight.

It looked as though someone above had leaned over and place a gigantic white blanket over the Earth, she wouldn't have minded it if she didn't she the fear of getting trapped in it.

"What if it doesn't? What if we crash and we're trapped for ages until we both slowly get sick of each other and go insane?" she said rapidly, feeling her chest heaving.

"We're more likely to starve before anything else, that being said, I'll make sure to enjoy you if you die first," he joked, but [Y/N] didn't find it very funny.

"You're gonna eat me?!" she exclaimed, pulling her feet onto the seat.

"I did it last night, why do you seem to have such a problem with it just because you're dead?" he teased, a playful grin rested on his lips.

"This is turning so dark and so creepy, lets stop," she muttered. She was still mentally panicking and calculating the risk of them actually get caught in what could only be described as an oncoming snow storm.

"Fine, fine," he said quickly, he reached over and grabbed my hand in his own. His were ice cold while mine were warm and toasty, I grabbed his right one with both my hands and began to rub it. "Are you looking forward to seeing your parents?"

"Of course, I haven't seen them in ages, and this'll be the last time I'll get to go up there until after Christmas," she said, focusing her eyesight on his hands that were a subtle pink. "When are you going to see your parents?"

Justin sighed. "I don't know, they said they're so busy with everything leading up to the holidays that they might not have time to cater for us for a weekend, I said they were more than welcome to come over to ours, but I don't know, we'll see," he sounded a little upset and it pained her.

"If not, we could see them at New Year, right?" she started rubbing his hand for a different reason then. He turned and nodded.

"I just can't wait to eat your mom's food," he said, breaking the silence that was threatening to take over.

"I told you it was the best. You didn't believe me," she raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled.

"I didn't think anyone could make mashed potato the way she does, I gotta tell you, I thought you were just exaggerating, but holy shit, you were a lucky kid."

"Your mom's food is amazing though, remember the cake she made you for your birthday last year?" She almost moaned at the thought of it.

"I don't, actually; you ate half of it before I could even get a look in," he looked over at her. "It's funny because you wondered why you'd gained weight that month," he chuckled.

Her jaw dropped. "I'm weak for chocolate cake, if anything, it's Pattie's fault."

"And it might have something to do with the fact that you convinced me to take it with us to the bedroom," the smirk was back as his mind probably took him back to the hot night we had on his birthday. "I felt so sick after eating so much and then straining to cum so many times," he breathed out.

"It was a hot night, though," she said, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

He hummed, and [Y/N] thought it was maybe involuntary. "I never thought you'd look so hot covered in chocolate cake, and taste even sweeter," he mumbled and her cheeks flushed.