Justin Bieber Imagines

you're drunk and he takes care of you

#imagine: you're drunk and takes care of you

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"You are so crazy." Justin snickered while he backpacked you up the stairs. "No, I'm your girlfriend." You replied back, alcohol laboriously radiating from your breath.

"And you are drunk." Justin smiled in the time of pushing your shared bedroom door open.

"Oh c'mon, I'm not that drunk silly!" You giggled, constricting your arms around his neck tighter than before.

Your lips, still painted in your red lip stick, pressed against his skin and dawdled down his neck making him groan.

Tossing you on the bed ever-so delicately, he ghosted over your intoxicated body and kissed your lips. "You are tired, I can tell."

You shook your head giggling. "Noooo I a-am not. I am happy." You responded with a gargle in your voice.

Justin smirked, biting his lip as he gazed down at you underneath him. Your legs agilely fastened around his hips and you kissed along his Adam's apple. "(Y/N)," he breathed, fighting back a moan that bubbled up in the back of his throat. "I- I can't have sex with you tonight."

You didn't budge and instead progressed your actions. "Why not?" You purred with your fingers ambling mindlessly through his messy hair.

A moan dribbled from his lips as he grasped your hip in his large hand. "I don't w-want to take advantage over you because you are drunk."

You giggled against his damp skin prior to your lips. "I am not drunk, I told you that babe."

Justin beamed, kissed your forehead, and peeled himself off your vulnerable body. "Oh so the alcohol smell is just a new perfume of yours?" He teased in the process of adjusting his shirt.

You glower at him as you balance yourself on your elbows. He sighs, feeling faulty while stripping himself from his clothing then into pajamas. "Babe, even though you refuse to admit it, you are drunk and I can't take advantage of you like that."

You grumble. "You won't take advantage of me. You go get drunk then we can-." "No." He barged, combing through your pajama drawers for you to exchange with your current clothing.

Justin pulled out an old band tshirt and a pair of plaid pj shorts. "Get dressed, brush your teeth and get into bed." He instructed, handing your attire to you.

Heaving yourself off the bed, you wander into the bathroom and follow his directions and returned to the bed with a higher level of soberness.

Justin was no where to be found in the bedroom so you climbed under the sheets and waited his arrival. He returned with a cup of tea and ibuprofen. "Take two." He told you as he dropped the tablets into your palm.

Swallowing the tablets, you wash them down with the coffee he brought up. You watched Justin saunter to his side of the bed and slip in next to you. "I love you." You said randomly.

"I love you too (y/n)." He smiled kissing your jaw.

He pressed you into his chest and pulled the blankets up your body. "I am never ever drinking again."

You heard the vibrations of his chest meaning he was laughing. "You drank like a sailor."

"Shut up." You giggled. "Try to go to bed, alright?"

You closed your eyes and fell asleep within minutes.

an: Happy Easter! 🐰❤️ hope you're having a good one(: