Love Yourself (JB+AG)

[26]

Ariana

Tuesday, 6:27 am

I look over at Justin, who's been coughing for about ten minutes.

"Do you have tuberculosis or something?" I ask.

"Shut up. I just need water."

"Well go get it."

"It's not that easy. I'm comfortable, and I know you are too, Miss I can't sleep without laying my head somewhere on Justin."

"What do you mean somewhere?"

"Like you said yesterday, you know what I mean." He smirks.

"Go get some water." I tell him, sitting up.

He stands up, leaves the bedroom and I pick up my phone. It was now fully charged, like every morning, because I charge it overnight.

A couple minutes later, Justin comes back in and sits down.

"I'm back and I'm better." He says.

I roll my eyes playfully, setting my phone on the night stand.

"I thought I told you to stop rolling your eyes. I don't care if you're playing."

I roll my eyes again and he climbs on top of me.

"Justin, what are you doing?" I giggle.

"Reinforcing my authority." Justin replies.

"How is this reinforcing your authority?"

"My name is no longer Justin. It's daddy."

"I'm not calling you that." I giggle.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." I nod, trying to sit up.

Justin pins my arms to the bed and leans down so his lips are only centimeters from my ear.

"You will do whatever I tell you to do."  He whispers.

His breath sends chills down my neck, but I manage to reply anyway.

"No, I won't." I whisper back, pulling his head down so his lips are touching mine gently.

"You will do what I say." I mumble, kissing him gently.

"I don't know what it is, but there's something about you, Ariana, that makes me fall more in love with you every single day." He whispers, lowering his lips to kiss me more passionately than before.

"Maybe it's the fact that I'm in control of you at all times." I say.

"You're not, though." Justin laughs.

"I am." I smile, pulling him down to kiss me again, lingering way longer than the first two.

"Ariana, do you know what you're doing?" Justin pulls away.

"Yes. I know exactly what I'm doing."

I smirk, pulling him back down. I kiss him until I feel his friend harden against my leg.

"Fuck." He groans.

I giggle, pushing him off of me.

"Ariana, shit." Justin runs a hand through his hair, and I straddle him.

"I'm sorry." I stick out my bottom lip, stroking his cheek.

"You wanna start stuff, then were gonna finish it."

"Sorry, can't." I shrug.

"Why?"

"Girl issues. You wouldn't understand." He stares at me before pushing me off of him.

"I fucking hate you." He covers his face with his hands and I smile.

I'm not even on my period. I'm just having issues deciding if I should have sex with him or not, and I'm a girl. So it's not like I lied or anything, he was just being stupid.

Justin stands up and makes his way to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To handle myself."

"Eww!" I bury my head in a pillow and I hear him laugh.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll be thinking about you while I do it!" He yells.

"It doesn't!" I scream into the pillow.