Justin Bieber Imagines

Bring It On

"Come on."

"No."

"You know you want to."

"I'm not going to Justin."

Justin had been pestering you for the past 26 minutes about making him lunch.

"But baby, I'm so hungry!" He whined.

"Well, how about we order something or go out?" You suggested.

"Then I gotta get up!" He complained.

"When you think of a way to get something to eat without me cooking or you getting up let me know." You say, walking into the bathroom.

You fix your hair a little, until you notice the room had gotten very still.

"Justin? I'm waiting for an answer."

After no answer, you walk out the bathroom and downstairs.

"Babe?" You say. Shrugging, you walk back upstairs and pick up your phone.

"I guess he did go out and get something to eat. He better bring me back something."

All of a sudden, you hear something in the bathroom. You open the and find candles, rose petals, dimmed lights, and the tub is filled. Not to mention the whole bathroom smells like tropical island Febreze air freshener. You, shocked of course, walk in more then the door closes fast behind you. You gasp and pound on the door until you hear Justin chuckle.

"Dude! What the heck are you-"

The door opens and you fall on the floor, knocking you partially out of breath. Justin takes that moment to pin you up against the wall.

"I thought you were hungry." You choked out.

"Oh but I am." Justin says, seductively.

You look at him confused until you look over his shoulder at the bedroom.

It looked just the bathroom; candles, rose petals, and the same tropical island Febreze air freshener.

It was then that you finally understand what he's getting at and smirk.

"Well Mr. Justin Bieber, I don't think you are ready for this yet." You say, feeling his breath on your face.

"How would you know?" He asked, chuckling.

"I don't, but we are going to find out." You say, pushing your lips onto his.

Justin grabs your waist and pulls you closer. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed. He feels you part your lips and darts his tongue in, feeling all over your mouth. You ease your hand up his shirt, making him smile and take it off. You unbutton your shirt and toss it to the side. Justin stops and looks at you with a 'woah' expression. You smile and get up.

"I knew you weren't ready." You say, walking past him.

He yanks you by your waist and tosses you back on the bed. You look at his face and it looks playfully angry.

"Don't you doubt me." He says low and dark.

At this point, you're a little scared about what might happen. But you know he loves you and you love him.

"Bring it on, Mr. Rapper."

"With pleasure."

Justin kisses you hard to distract you as he rips of both of your underwear. You are too into the kiss to know what was happening until he enters you. You gasp as he keeps going in and out. He must have did it like seven times. Just by that, you felt faint.

"Justin, I can't-"

He puts his finger to your lips.

"There's nothing you can't do." He whispers.

Before you know his head goes lower...and lower.....