Dirty Justin Bieber Imagine
Justin was playing GTA V, he had been playing for three days straight. I had tried to get his attention but he didn’t even look at me.
I thought to myself, I will have to use my best weapon. SEX. I went upstairs to our bedroom and stripped naked, then put on my sexiest lingerie from Victoria’s Secret.
I peeked downstairs, Justin was still playing. I snuck up behind him and hugged him, kissing his neck and ear. “Stop, it tickles!” He laughed. I stopped and walked around the couch to where he sat, straddled him and ground myself against his bulge. My arms wrapped around his neck, I squeezed my boobs together, arched my back and leaned my head back.
“What the hell are you doing y/n? He chuckled at my sudden hornyness. “This isn’t DEV, in the dark. I didn’t push your sex drive to start.” He laughed at his own joke. I got up, super annoyed, and walked to the TV. I grabbed his Xbox, pulled out all the plugs and threw it into the wall.
“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?! He yelled, pacing up to me. I got scared. He had never yelled at me like this before. I backed up against the wall behind me. I didn’t know what to say.
“Ever since you got your Xbox you’ve completely forgot about me! You’ve been playing for three days straight!” He reached me, I covered my face with my hands. He grabbed my wrists and held them in a sturdy grip.
“What’s that?” He said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his anger in check.I didn’t answer him. He heard what I said. His face was so close to mine. He stared directly into my eyes, his hot breath tickling my face. I turned away.
“LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!” he yelled, grabbing my chin, pulling it to face him. A lonely tear ran down my cheek.
“You know I’m going to make you pay for that, right?” He said through gritted teeth.
“I was too shocked and scared to even look at him. He never raised his voice to me. Ever.
He eased his grip, then he let go. “Turn around.” I did what i was told, I didn’t dare to do anything else.
He pushed me, I grabbed the wall in front of me to keep me from falling. He pulled down my black leggings and spanked me, hard. From the pit of darkness I drew my strength.
“Justin, stop!” I shouted. He stopped and turned me around, pressing me against the wall with his T-shirt clad torso. I made an effort to get him off of me. My hands placed on his chest, I pushed. As hard a I could. But my strength didn’t compare to his. He grabbed my wrists and held them on each side of my head against the wall. He pressed his body against mine, pushing me against the wall.
He whispered into my ear. “You know the rules.” And I did. Whenever I displeased him he would punish me. But I had never displeased him before so I didn’t know what I was in for.
Harry threw me over his shoulder and carried me up to the bedroom. he was turning me on. I had always had a thing for rough sex, but he didn’t know that.
He kicked the bedroom door open and threw me down on the bed. Justin lay on top of me, preventing my escape though i didn’t even wan’t to escape. He stretched himself across my face to the bedside table and fetched the hand cuffs he had gotten as a gag gift a few weeks ago.
He undressed me and studied my naked body intently. He licked my nipples and pinched them a bit, they hardened from the arousal.
Justin flipped me around and cuffed my hands to the head board. He was in complete control, it was turning us both on. Justin was always the dominant one in our relationship. He didn’t like it when I tried to take control, he’d always remind me of my submissive role.
I stood on my knees on the bed with my hands cuffed to the head board. Justin kneeled down behind me and started rubbing my clit from behind. He rubbed and sucked on it.
I was holding in my moans, I couldn’t take it any longer. I burst out in pleasure, moaning louder than I ever had before.
Justin loved it.
Soon I felt a finger slip inside. He groaned while exploring my inside. Then there were two fingers, then three. I was drowning in pleasure. I started rocking myself onto his fingers, but he’d just hold me in place and remind me that he was in control.
Justin pulled his fingers out and a feeling of emptyness filled me. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and made me lick my juices off.
"Taste it! What does that taste like you little bitch?!"
I tried to form some type of combination of words that would please him.
"Huh, what’s that you little whore?" he grunted through gritted teeth while staring intently into my dark brown eyes.
He let go of my mouth and grabbed my hair, knotting his fingers into it. He pulled my head up to his and I looked back at him. He kissed me roughly, before he slammed my top half back down onto the bed.
Before I knew what was going on Justin rammed his dick into my dripping wet pussy. He groaned loudly and grabbed my hips pulling me onto him. I felt every single throbbing inch of him inside me, I gasped for air as he filled me up.
I closed my eyes and absorbed the pleasure. Justin thrusted harder, I started moaning louder and louder.
His thrusts slowed down and he pushed his bare sweaty torso onto my back and hugged me, giving me a few slow deep thrusts. Every thrust tapping g-spot. He grunted and groaned into my ear, turning me on so fucking much. I moaned.
"I-I’m close." I moaned softly just so that he could hear.
Justin knotted his hand into my hair as he rose his sweaty torso off of me, causing me to arch my back and allowing him to hit my g-spot.
Justin started to get really stiff and tense and his thrusts got faster and faster. He groaned as he exercised his final slow finishing thrust, before supporting himself on my lower back, out of breath.
"Don’t you EVER touch my shit again, you hear? My dear.