⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"Are you drunk?"

Sitting down on the soft cushion that matches my makeup vanity set, I look into the oval shaped mirror sitting in front of me. Hurriedly but precisely, I finish up the final touches of my makeup look for the night out. No, not the overrated smokey eye look. Besides, that doesn't really suit me anyway. I decided to go for one of my simple, everyday looks—but with a few dabs of glitter being added to match the occasion. That is until I hear Jason's muffled voice echoing from the living room.

"Yo babe, I love you but could you be any slower? By the time you're finished I'll be in my grave.."

"Beauty takes time, Jason!" I frown before applying my favorite lip gloss and popping my lips, satisfied with the results.

"Listen, you look good no matter what! Now speed it up!" He shouts back. I can already just picture the incredulous look plastered on his face along with his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

"I'm coming!" I yell from upstairs, securing my dramatic silver hoop earrings that Jason told me was his personal favorite. He says they make him do things to him—tonight might be a long night.

"You're what?!" Gotta speak louder than that, babe."

"Goodness, you're so dirty." I laugh, making my way down the final step of the staircase.

"You love it, though." He whispers in my ear when engulfing my body into his.

"Baby, stoppp." I whine pulling away and putting my palm on his chest.

"When we get back, I give you full permission to do what you want to me." I reassure him, running my nails along his chin.

"Damn, you're teasing?"

"Just letting you know. Now come on. I want food.. and a strawberry daiquiri."

****

We're in the car on our way to the club. The place is currently about ten minutes away and we're bound to meet up with traffic soon. It's located downtown near the beach and on top of that, it's Saturday night and I'm just praying we will be lucky enough to find a parking space.

I have the auxiliary cord and Bryson Tiller is playing from my music playlist. Jason's stare is cold and focused on the road, like always, comfortably driving with one hand. His sparkling Rolex and tattoos beautifully matches the interior lights of the car he got customized, similar to a limo. Moments like these makes me sit back and admire Jason and his lifestyle and even just the little things that satisfies and makes him happy.

I can see feel Jason stealing glances from me at the corner of my eye, patiently waiting for whatever's about to come out of his mouth.

"You look hella good right now, you know that?"

"Is it my hoops?" I smile, looking at him as he focuses on the road before him.

"Are you good? It's wayyy more than just that. That's just a bonus. I've been tearing your clothes off with my eyes ever since you came down the stairs." He smiles to himself in a kinky manner. I just cheese at him adoringly like an idiot even though he can't see my reaction.

"My God, you have a way with words. I love it though." I say before stroking my nails against his cheek cutely.

"Anything to make my girl feel good." He grabs my hand before pecking my knuckles, the sensation of his warm, soft lips immediately shoots warmth all throughout my body.