justin bieber imagines

#5: he asks you to stay after a one-night stand ♡

#5: he asks you to stay after a one-night stand ♡
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At some point when the canary sun presented itself in the sky, you weren't too long away from coming awake. You shouldn't have been drinking last night; you knew that in advance and you know it now as you eyes began to peel apart reasoned by the bright sun pouring its way past the shades.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you mind flickered once it finally began to come aware that you were awake. Your body rolled against the mattress, the springs squeaking against themselves in the process, but your body abstained when you felt several fingers raked along your tummy.

"Please God." You faintly whispered to yourself, bringing yourself to peer over your bare shoulder.

Sprawled beside you, a boy naked from head to hips, or so much as you could see, suspended in slumber. Tattoos speckled his bronze chest and arms and his head held a nest of tousled, ash brown hair. His pink, pudgy lips were slightly parted, only allowing a sliver of space to draw out and pull in breaths.

He was quite attractive, but in a drunken memory you couldn't recall his features. You needed to shake this man from your head and get the hell out of this place before he could wake up. You knew nothing about the man anymore than he knew about yourself.

Rolling off the bed in an escaping pace, you prowled for your clothing in the littered bedroom you prayed was his and not some random bedroom. Your bra and panties were located with ease, being they were discard within the sheets, but your top and bottoms was going to be the catch of your flee plan.

"You don't have to leave," a hoarse voice disrupted the silence, bringing your eyes to screw shut in hopes of him disappearing. "And it'd be quite rude to leave without so much as a goodbye if you did."

You brought yourself to look at the boy laying in bed, his hands folded beneath his head. His dark eyes, still swimming in sleepiness, gazed at you and your half named body.

"I can't stay here if that is what you're thinking." You retort, searching again for your absent top. Why did this bedroom have to be such a disaster; you would've been gone twenty minutes ago.

"Why is that?" The boy replied shortly, the bed creeking in the process.

On your knees, scavenging for your missing top, you wanted to believe that he was just adjusting in his bed, but you thought otherwise when you heard the footsteps approach you. "What are you looking for?" He questions, slipping his tall legs into a pair of sweatpants.

"My shirt." You answered back, becoming frustrated as luck ran out for the finding if your top.

"Oh, you mean the one you left at the bar?" The boy snickered, dropping himself on the mattress. The smirk being held by his face muscles only kicked up on your anger, bringing you to stand up briskly.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't leave my shirt at the bar." You argued back, your arms folding across your chest. Part of you wanted to believe in your theory; however, the other trusted his being after ten minutes of looking for your top you still had no luck.

"Uh, yeah you did. I lent you my sweatshirt." The boy only replied, falling onto his bare back and staring up at the ceiling.

You let out a snort of enmity, your hand lacing itself through your hair. "Oh my God." You murmured.

The boy bolstered himself up on his elbows, locking eye contact with you just when he sat up. "We can always go buy one."

"What do you mean we? I am in perfect condition to go buy one myself." You protested.

He rised from the mattress, bending over and taking a much wrinkled t shirt into his hands. The boy pulled it over his head, shuffling the hem down his tanned torso. "Grab one of my sweatshirts, babe. I'm going to take you to buy you a new shirt, okay?"

Before you could object against his peculiar offer, his voice interrupted your thoughts. "I'm Justin, by the way."

Justin tossed you a black sweatshirt with a golden logo designed in the front, but you couldn't quite make it out being he was rushing you to put it on. "What was your name again?" He asks.

"(Y/N)." You answered, pulling your hair out from the hoodie.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." He smiled genuinely.

an: hope you liked it. ending kinda suck, but idfc