Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Unexpected Sights*

Sighing, you closed the door behind you and dropped your bags that you'd picked up on your day out shopping.

As far as you knew, Justin was supposed to be home. But looking around, you couldn't see him sat on the couch like he usually was.

A thud and low mumbles could be heard from up the stairs, furrowing your eyebrows, you slowly made your way up the stairs, stopping and cringing slightly when the floorboards creaked beneath your feet.

"Justin, I swear I heard something." You heard the small whisper of a female come from one of the rooms. You heart dropped in your chest as you thought of the worst.

"It was probably nothing, babe. [Y/N] isn't supposed to be home for a few more hours." You heard Justin's voice followed by a grunt and a deep breath out.

He was right though, you didn't plan on coming home this early, you just thought you'd prefer to spend some time with your boyfriend instead. What a good idea that was.

Slowly walking to the room you heard the voices coming from, you peeked through the small crack in between the door. What you saw was the last thing you expected. Justin was laid in bed with another woman, his hands rested beside her head as he fucked her. Her legs moving up to wrap around his waist as she moaned, her hands entangled in his hair.

You felt anger run through you, but that wasn't what caused heat to rise through your body as you watched them both. Seeing Justin do what he does to you, to another person was a huge turn on. Of course, you're going to confront him about this and catch him out later but right now, all you could do was watch and listen to the sight in front of you.

Your body flushed as you saw Justin's body shake as he reached his high, your favourite sight to see. You bit your lip as you heard that oh-so families set of moans and profanities leaving his throat as he let go and came undone.

Her moans and whimpers gave you chills that ran sharply done your back as your breathing became heavy.

"Fuck, you're so good." He groaned as he collapsed on top of her, his head moving to her neck. "I feel so guilty for doing this to [Y/N]." He sighed deeply, having no idea you were right outside of the room, listening in.

"Am I as good as [Y/N]?" You heard the tightness in her voice, picturing a smirk on her face as she spoke.

"No one can be as good as [Y/N]." He chuckled, causing your heart to thump in your chest but your eyes involuntarily rolled as you listened to him talking shit. "You're just a nice bit on the side, doesn't mean you're better than her though." He smirked down at her, you became shocked at how he spoke to her, as though he looked down on her for letting him fuck her, even though he was just as bad.

You'd heard enough, heading downstairs and sitting on the couch casually, you waited for the moment they came down and witnessed you sat there. You imagined their faces as their minds raced, wondering if you'd heard their secret 'meeting'.