Justin Bieber Imagines

"So do you forgive me?"

Part two of: "Hello Partner."

Songs for this imagine:

Am I Wrong- Nico & Vinz

Not A Bad Thing- Justin Timberlake

Imagine:

Soft petals pecked your skin, along your neck and shoulder. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his linker on your soft skin. You began to stir, turning into your side your back was siding Justin, pulling the blankets over your bare chest so it wasn't exposed. You heard him chuckle, wrapping his strong arm around your waist, his hand on your flat bare stomach, pulling you into him. You giggled as he buried his face in your neck, pecking your skin every once in awhile between the chuckles. The air was peaceful and you didn't want this to end. But you knew that it had to.

You knew that last night shouldn't have happen but it felt so right.

"Morning beautiful," He said in his morning, raspy voice. Butterflies roared as your stomach did a summersault.

A huge smile was plastered on your lips and you knew it wouldn't leave. Not like you wanted it to leave. You felt happy and peaceful on the inside and out that you never felt before. And it was all because if Justin. Even if it shouldn't have happened, your kind of glad it did. Though, half of you wanted to push him off and kick him out of the room.

"Someone's oddly smiley today," Justin leaned on his elbow and smirked down at you, causing you to burst out in giggles like a school girl. "Is it because I made love to you?" Justin asked.

You blushed a deep red and your giggles fits started up again. You buried your head in Justin's shoulder, trying to hide the embarrassment.

"Babe," you heard Justin laugh, his hand running thought your soft locks. You giggled once more at the pet name he has been calling you, and buried you head deeper into his shoulder, not ready to face him.

Getting your hint, Justin laughed lightly and ran his fingers through your long hair. You pulled away and stared into his lustful eyes. "Your so cute when your embarrassed."

You blushed. "Shut up you butt."

"What?" Justin furrowed his eyebrows. "What did you call me?"

"Nothing," you rolled your lips into your mouth, trying to contain your laughter.

"Bullshit."

"Nope," you popped the 'p'.

"Well, I guess," Justin smirked and sat up. "I'll have to get it out of you."

Before you could reacted, Justin straddled you, his fingers attacked your sides.

"Justin!" You laughed as his fingers tickled your sides. "Stop!"

"Tell me what you said," Justin smiled down at you.

"Never!"

"Than I'll never stop."

His fingers never stopped and your laughter echoed in his ears. You soon craved in, sooner than you thought. "Alright! Alright!"

He stopped, his palms still gripping your small waist. "Go on then."

"I called you a butt," you mumbled and turned your head so you didn't face him.

"A what?" He faked not being able to hear, pressed his hand to the side of his ear. "I can't hear you."

"I called your a butt!" You giggled.

"A butt? Really babe? Who fucking says that anymore?"

"Obviously I do," you said, grinning.