"Justin, did um you take my sports bra?" You asked walking downstairs covering your breasts with your hands
"You mean the hot pink and black one?" His vision still focused on the TV
"Yea, exactly" you said
"Nope" he looked at you, his eyes widening at the sight
"I know you have it justin" you whined
"No I don't" he lied
"Yes you do" you retorts
"Move your hands for daddy" justin smirked
"Ugh, I'll just look for another one" you groaned, walking back upstiars
You looked trough the closet, not having any luck there. You moved on to the dresser, when all of a sudden you feel a pair of hands cuff your breast. You jumped, not knowing who it was.
"Calm down, its only me babygirl and these feel amazing" justin moaned in your ear
"Give me my sports bra, justin"you demanded
"Can we have Y/n and justin time?" Justin asked
"We have Y/n and justin time, all the time" you smirked
"I can tell, your ass is fat" justin smirked, taking a hand away to smack your booty
"Justin, just give me my bra" you held your hand out
"You don't need it" justin chuckled
"Yes I do" you pouted
Justin kissed your lip and laughed.
"Just sleep without it, it won't hurt for tonight" justin pulled you closer by your waist, pressing your bare chest up against his
"I won't let anything happen, baby" you pressed your hands against his chest
"Every time you say that, you end up letting something happen" you smirked
"Cuz when I say that...I mean the opposite" justin picked you up carrying you to the bed, making you squeal
"I love you so much, babygirl" justin told you before crashing his lips to yours
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I'm deleting my other story because its useless to me now but I'm also writing another one.
Brb...
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Justin Bieber interracial Imagines
FanfictionI know there are beliebers out there that are black, so why not make a book for you too. Everyone deserves to be able to imagine them self with justin
