Justin Bieber Imagines

A Guy Touches Your Ass

"Do you want ice cream, babe?" Justin asked, as we walk hand in hand in the mall. Justin's security guard trailing behind us, making sure no one does anything, along with mine and Justin's parents behind us.
"Ice cream sounds great," I smiled. He smiled and pecked my cheek. I cupped his face and gave him tiny pecks around his face, as he chuckled, holding onto my hand.
"Baby, that tickles!" he laughed. He gave me a peck on the lips and we kept walking. I had felt people push past me, until I had felt someone completely grab a hold of my ass. I turned around, but Justin had already pulled me to the other side of him.
"Woah woah woah, I witnessed you do that," Justin said, grabbing a hold of the guy's arm. He jolted back and looked at his arm, and then at Justin.
"Witnessed me doing what?" He smirked.
"You just grabbed my girlfriends ass... I saw that, our families saw that. What the fuck is-"
"You don't want problems," the guy chuckled as he interrupted Justin.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, going up and putting your hands on a female like that?" Justin snapped, as he finished what he was originally going to say. Justin's eyes trailed to the man's girlfriend and scoffed. "You have a girlfriend too... How disrespectful can you be? You see that my girl has a whole man right next to her, holding her hand and you still do that?" he shook his head.
"Do you wanna say you're gonna fight me to my face?" The guy said as he came closer to Justin. I grabbed Justin's arm to pull him back, but Justin didn't budge.
"I'm saying everything to your face, do you think I'm scared of you?" He raised his eyebrow. "Am I telling your bitch to be a messenger for me? No, pussy. I'm saying it to you," Justin said, pointing at him. The guy chuckled and shoved Justin making him stumble back. I felt Justin tense up, so I backed away and went beside our families that were just as shook as I was.
Justin shoved the guy up against a wall and held him tight.
"Touch me or my girlfriend again, and I will fucking kill you, do you understand me?!" Justin yelled.
"Do you want to catch a case without even knowing my name?" The man said, groaning as Justin was squeezing his chest up against the wall. "I'm Michael."
"I don't care," Justin spat.
"Your girl has a really nice ass," Michael whispered, thinking no one could hear him. Justin pushed him again, which started to get me annoyed, everyone was staring.
"Justin!" I yelled. Justin's head whipped towards me and set the guy down.
"I fucking mean it when I say I will kill you if you fucking touch me or my girlfriend again," He finished, and walked towards me.
As he was walking towards me, Jeremy went up to Justin and asked if he was good.
"No, I'm fucking pissed off." Justin said, as he stressfully ran a hand through his hair. He looked at his security guard and shook his head. "Thanks for the help."
I rolled my eyes and pushed back Justin as I heard him asking why I was mad.
"What the fuck, Y/N?" Justin groaned as he followed behind me. He grabbed my arm and I quickly ripped it out of his grip, turning around in the process.
"You're making a scene," I snapped. Justin raised his eyebrow.
"I'm making a scene? Y/N, he grabbed your fucking ass," he protested.
"That doesn't mean you have to go World Star on his ass!" I fought back.
"So the next guy that touches you in way he's not supposed to, you want me to just leave it?" He argued. I crossed my arms and tilted my head.
"You're being extra," I said.
"I'm not being extra! I-....I'm just trying to protect you," He said, his voice lowering when he realized he was crossing the line by raising it a little too much.
"You know I hate when you start to get aggressive and violent," I said, attitude still in my voice. Justin looked down and scratched the back of his head.
"I just don't like when guys touch you," he whispered.
"I don't like when you get aggressive, you're not an aggressive person, Justin,"
"I know, baby,"
"Like honestly, you were so-"
"I know, I know. You're right, baby, you're right," he said, as he pulled me into him, I pushed him a little.
"You're only saying that because we're arguing," I pouted.
"No, no, ma, I'm saying it because you're right... And because I want to stop arguing," He said, as he pecked my forehead and pecked my lips.
"Okay," I smiled. "You're too amazing."