Justin Bieber Imagines

Off to a Bad Start

Justin and I were on our way to our new house that we recently bought together in California. Since Justin travels a lot for his tours and events often, he wanted to get us settled before he was off. 

"Do you need anything? More furniture?" He asked, as he kept his eyes on the road. I turned my head to look at him, and smiled. It was nice to hear those words. It was nice knowing that I was moving in with the man I loved the most, and could actually choose where my furniture could go.

"No, I think we're good," I say, as I put my hand on his thigh. He looks down, giggles, takes my hand into his, and instead puts his hand on my thigh. 

"Are you excited?" He asks, taking a second to look at me before his eyes were back on the road. I nod my hand and smile at him. I soon move my hand towards his inner thigh, having him know where I actually wanted to put it. He shivers and smirks.

"Not until we get home, baby,"

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We got to our new house and Justin immediately swept me off my feet, and lead us to the kitchen where he plopped me down on the island in the kitchen.

"The kitchen looks nice, doesn't it?" He said, as he looked around and examined the room. The counter tops were a dark marble which I've always wanted. 

"I just love the counter tops, don't they look beautiful?" I asked him, he hummed a "mhm", and looked at me. He stared at my lips, and I knew he wanted to start what I started in the car, but he then got a phone call.

"I'll be there in an hour," I hear Justin say as he hung up the phone and sighed. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him and got down from the counter.

"Is something wrong?" I asked. He looked at me and walked closer.

"I have to go to Dubai tonight,"

"What? I thought you were leaving in 2 weeks... Justin, really? We just got here," I nervously chuckled and grabbed his hand.

"I know, baby, as much as I want to stay, I got the dates mixed up, I'm sorry, but once I get back, I'll make it up to you, I swear," he said, as he placed his lips on my hand, and brought it close to his chest. I couldn't help but to be upset, it was our new house, I needed him to stay, I needed his opinion on whether the lamp should go beside the TV, or if it should go in a corner near the window, or whether our bed sheets and bed set match with the curtains in our bedroom or not. I needed him to be there for the important stuff. I quickly took my hand out of his grasp and went into the living room. He followed me.

"Come on, Y/N, don't be like that. Not tonight," he scoffed. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, and chuckled obnoxiously.

"Don't be like what? Don't be upset that the boyfriend I now live with can't look at his schedule properly and the time we have together is cut short? Justin, this is our new house, this is an important step in our life, in our relationship, you know how much this means to me," I exclaimed. I felt tears start to build up within me, but I can't break down just yet. Justin sighed and looked away.

"If I could change my schedule, Y/N, I would, in a heartbeat, but you know what my career means to me, and I'm not going to cancel this trip to Dubai just to move into a house," he said, as he walked back into the kitchen. His words hit me, and all I could do is watch him walk away. I got up furiously and met him in the kitchen.

"Excuse me? You think that this is just some house? News flash, you're moving in with your girlfriend, the one you claim you love, but clearly it's not-"

"Don't even say what I think you're going to say. Don't say or even imply that I don't fucking love you. I do... love you. But I also love my fans, my career, do you know how much money people pay just to come see me? The extra money they pay to come meet me? God, Y/N, stop being so selfish and just appreciate something for once,"

I looked at the man I love in complete disbelief. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. I knew and understood how much his fans meant to him, I knew how much work fans put into going to his shows and meeting him, there's no doubt that their fandom is strong and determined. What pissed me off was that he was leaving, I was going to be alone for 3 weeks, maybe even a month. I shook my head at him, and walked out the door and to the car to get our suitcases out to start unpacking my things. Justin didn't even come outside to help me with the heavy bags, but at this point I could care less if he moves a muscle. As I walk inside, I noticed he'd already settled into the living room and is watching TV. As I struggled to get the bags inside since they were so heavy, I happened to fall and hit my knees super hard against the ground. I squealed a little too loud which caused Justin to quickly look back.

"Y/N, are you okay?" I heard him ask. 

"Just don't talk," I spat, getting up and rubbing my knees so they would hurt as much. He got up and walked towards me. He pulled me into him, and our faces were closer than ever.

"I said... Are you okay?" he growled, which happened to turn me on. I bit my lip and my eyes made their way to his lips. I felt a strong urge to kiss him but I knew that I couldn't give into temptation that quick. I nodded quickly and pulled away. He grabbed the suitcase and signaled me to go upstairs. I did as I was told and we walked into our master bedroom. It was huge. We had a nice view of the beach, which I loved. 

"On the bed is fine?"

"Whatever," I said, opening the back door to the patio, I took a deep breath of fresh air, and looked around. I do appreciate something, Justin, I appreciate this view...

I felt strong arms go around my waist and I felt a bulge against my butt. I turned my head slightly as I met with Justin's eyes.

"I know I was being an ass, baby, I'm sorry," he said, as he rubbed circles on my stomach. I wasn't going to give in that easily, because I know he doesn't whenever we get into arguments. I took his hands off of me and went back into the room.

"Come on, baby, please," he begged as he held me again, and this time, pushing me onto the bed, and going on top of me, he placed his lips gently onto my neck.

"Justin."

"Mhm, baby," he says as he continues to suck on my sweet spot.

"I'm gonna miss you," I say, grabbing his face and having him look at me.

"I'm gonna miss you more," he says as he crashes his lips onto mine.

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A/N I hope you guys liked it! It's my first one!