Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

expectation vs reality

expectations vs reality  [sex]
word count: 460
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s u m m a r y ; how people think sex with justin is / how it really can be

Warning: smut kinda included.  i laughed so hard writing this shit. . .i was booored!      p.s. merry christmas!!

expectations]

You moaned loudly, feeling Justin's tip at your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his dick against your wet folds, teasing you. He has been doing this you for over ten minutes.

"P-Please!" You exhale loudly, your breathing caught in your throat as Justin's mouth went down to clamp onto your harden nub.

Justin's sweaty body leaned down onto yours'. His dick eases his way down and into you, earning a satisfying groan from you. He also groaned, his lips pressing down on your collarbone, as his lips go straight to that stop on your neck that made you wet, easily. Your sweet spot.

Justin's hips slowly rocked along with yours, not giving you enough time to adjust to his length. You, instinctively, lift your hips up every time Justin's to meet his thrusts.

His mouth covered over yours, drowning out your cries for him to speed up his pace. Justin's warm tongue slipped through your lips, tasting every inch of you. "You like it when I fuçk you?" You hear, Justin's lips at your ear, as you nod fiercely.

You were definitely in heaven. . .

reality]
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tried to make it a bit harsh, but. . .i couldn't, because it's justin. . .

"A-Are you sure?" Justin's voice croaked behind you, as you felt Justin lower his naked body down to yours. Your back pressed against the hardwood floor, trying to get away from it, making you arch into Justin. But, Justin took it in another way.

"Yes, Justin, yea," You say, impatiently, after you settle your back onto the floor. Justin's lips forcefully push onto yours', his hands find their way to your hips. His large hands hold on, his body hovering over yours. His hands dragging your body against the floor, probably giving you splinters in your back, you quietly wince.

More than ready for him, you eagerly push your tongue into his mouth, and his breath hit you hard. You slightly, cringe, but too into a mood, so you brush it off.

"Alright, Justin," You unattached your mouth from Justin, and tell him. His eyes are glazing, lazily at you. His head nods, as his tattooed arms hold you down on the floor.

Justin doesn't talk as he enters you, hurting you a little. A low groan escapes you, as he gets all the way in. His eyes search your eyes to detect any discomfort. You hide it all, closing your eyes, acting like you enjoy it.

You weren't really having, the time of your life. . .even if you were a virgin.

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[ should i make more of these or no? ]
i was bored. . .question, which do you prefer?
[ let's face it. . .both expectations and reality can both be great when it comes to justin bieber and sex, lol ]
another question: which imagine do you want first, divorce³, ms. y/ln³, or therapist  [jm]²?
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