Right My Wrongs ⇻ *y/n smut*

Our bodies were close, too close for comfort.

"I want you..." he said.

His breath had an aroma of vodka. His eyes, a beast. But you wanted him too, god knows you did.

Justin's hand found its way into your shirt, and tugged at your bra.

"We can't...this is wrong." You said, not really meaning it.

"Who says I want to be right?" He said through a smirk.

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ﾟ:* est. may 1st 2017