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Body Party Special❕

A/N: this is a random thingy not part of the story but you could imagine it. I published this cause I felt bad for not updating in a while. (Expect a chapter tomorrow)

Ariana POV

"Justin turn the radio up. This is my inner stripper song!" I shouted from the kitchen as Body Party by Ciara came on.

"Inner stripper? What the actual fuck." he laughed when I walked in the living room.

"Yes inner stripper." I sighed as I put the volume up myself. "My body is your party baby. Nobody's invited but you baby."

Justin stared at me as I sung and danced along but then broke his gaze and went back to his phone as he chuckled to himself.

Should I tease? Hell to the fucking yeah.

I walked over to him slowly then jumped on him giggling.

I can do it slow now, tell me what you want
Baby put your phone down, you should turn it off
Cause tonight it's going down, tell your boys it's going down
We in the zone now, don't stop

I then fixed myself in a straddling position and tossed his phone to the other side of the couch.

You can't keep your hands off me, touch me right there, rock my body

He bit his lip as I took his hands and placed them on my hips. I slowly began to grind on him while making eye contact with him.

The look in his eyes are telling me that he's enjoying this to much. Should I stop? Nah. I ducked down and began to trail delicate kisses up his neck still slowly grinding against him. This lasted until I got to his ear.

"I'm doing this little dance for you." I sung while rotating my hips.

When he groaned in response I couldn't take it anymore, this was to funny.

I busted out laughing into his shoulder.

"Shit Ariana don't do that." he sighed turning off the radio with the remote.

"Y-your f-face! That shit was...that shit was hilarious!" I laughed.

I probably sounded like a retarded seal getting humped by a bird, but in all honesty I couldn't care less.

Justin just sat there looking embarrassed and frustrated. In that moment I knew I fucked up...badly.

"J-Justin. What's p-poking me?" I asked nervously.

He looked up at me smirking.

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"Deez nuts! Ha! Goteeem! Haha!"

I honestly don't know what the fuck I just typed...