Justin Bieber interracial Imagines

∞ jealousy ∞

"Who the hell was that?" Justin shouted as you entered the house

"Hold the fuck up...I know you not yellin at me? You better back ya shit up before you get shot in it" you retorted, pushing passed him

We had just came from a pool party some guys had. Long story short, you were claimed by justin to be flirting with this guy that only said hey and created a casual conversation.

"Where are you going?" His impatience getting the best of him

"Am I not allowed to take a shower or are you going to get jealous if that too" you made your way into the bedroom, in which the bathroom was connected

Justin decided to jump in the way of the door, blocking you from going in.

"Move, damn!" You growled trying to get in

"not until you tell me who that was first" he argued

"Justin, calm the fuck down bruh" you placed your hands in his chest "it was just some dude, I didn't even know him"

"Then why were you flirting with him?" Justin asked

You placed your hand on your chest, looking at him as if he just offended your great ancestors.

"I would never do such a thing" you closed your eyes, acting all royal

"Seriously Y/N" justin straight faced you

"I'm being so serious right now. Can you pleases move" he shook his head "damn you play to much" you mumbled

Justin picked you up by your arms, carrying you to the bed and sitting you down. He sat down next you, looking you dead in your face.

"Look here justin, I need to take a shower. You see, my skin gets darker, your skin turns tan. So if I don't get my shower now, I won't get my pretty brown skin back" you explained standing up

"We not finish Y/N. Once you get out, you gone have a seat and we about to talk this shit out" you flipped him off as you continued to walk into the bathroom.

You stripped of your clothes, stepping in the shower. You let the cool water purely against your skin, relaxing to the feeling. After you washed up, you got out, wrapping a towel tightly around your body. You stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air sending child down your spine. You put on a sports bra and some sweatpants, wishing downstairs.

"So why were you flirting with that dude?" Justin asked, taking a sip of his drink

"I wasn't, I was simply being nice" you returned

"It sure didn't look like it" his temper clearly being tampered with

"Justin, do you not trust me, cuz I'll leave" you pointed your thumb back towards the door

"I trust you" he simply stated

"Then fucking act like it, nigga" your hands flew up into the air

Justin walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer.

"It turned me on when you get aggravated" he whispered in my ear

"Justin you are too much for me to handle" you giggled

"But you handle me just fine" you nodded in agreement, kissing his lips lightly