Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Friends With Benefits

"Fuck." Justin whispered from beneath you as you rode him with confidence.
"You like that?" Smirking down at him as you witnessed the too familiar sight before you.

"It's you, of course I do." He chuckled before letting out a loud moan and throwing his head back. "Shit, I'm close."

"M-Me too." You breathed heavily, feeling his fingers dig into your hips.

You felt the familiar knot hit your stomach, making your movements become sharper and quicker, you were sure Justin felt it too because you saw him buck his hips up to meet yours.

"Holy shit." Justin's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his nails digging into the skin on your hips.

Once you'd both there come down from your high, you collapsed next to him.

"That was great, as always." Justin chuckled, his hand trailing along your bare stomach.

"It was." You smiled, rolling on your side. "I better get going, I have to get up early tomorrow for work." You sighed, getting ready to stand up.

"You're leaving already?" Justin whined as he held onto you. "Don't leave."

You'd noticed that over the past few weeks Justin had become clingy when it comes to leaving each other after you'd hooked up.

"Justin, I have to go." You giggled as he tried to keep hold of you. "What's with you lately?"

"I just wanna spend some time with you, isn't that allowed?" He frowned as he leaned against the back of the bed.

"I've gotta go, Justin. I'll text you, okay?" You sighed, grabbing your bag and smiling at him before heading out of the room and down the stairs. You didn't want to leave Justin that way, but you knew where the conversation was going and you couldn't deal with it at that moment.

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Justin sighed deeply while he sat in silence, letting his mind race. He knew what he was feeling towards you wasn't normal or anything he'd planned, but he couldn't help but let the feelings take over when he was around you.

You both knew that being friends with benefits would have risks, and Justin had hit one of those risks full on as he thought about telling you how he felt.

2 Nights Later
You'd thought or hoped that Justin had moved on from the other night and let it go.

He breathed heavily against your neck as he pulled out of you, his sweating body leaning against yours before rolling next to you.

"Fuck." He whispered, his chest moving up and down.

No one spoke for a second. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the both of you as you calmed down.

"Hey," Justin got your attention as he looked over at you. "Can we talk?"

You sighed inwardly. "Sure, what about?" You attempted to play dumb, wanting nothing more than to not have the conversation.

"About the other night. I need you to know why I've been the way I have." Justin ran his hands up and down his face.

"Okay..?"

"Uh, I-I'm realising that I, I have these feelings for you. They make me want to do more with you than just have meaningless fucks every other day, and I don't know how to deal with them other than telling you about them." Justin mumbled how he felt, not giving you eye contact at all.

"Justin," You breathed out, feeling the air leave your body. "This isn't supposed to happen."

"But would it be so bad?" He finally looked across at you, his eyes burning into yours.

"It is when this is supposed to be a no strings attached kinda thing." You folded your arms as you leaned back.

"What if it was something more than that? Imagine it." He started speaking with more hope which scared you.

"Justin, I just don't think I feel the same." You sent him an apologetic look.

"I get that." He spoke quietly, looking down. "But [Y/N], we could be great together. Think about it. We've been best friends since we were young, we both know we enjoy sex with one another," He sat up and turned to you.

"And we love each other. Not in that way, but it's a start." He shrugged.

"I don't know, Justin. I don't want to do this if I don't feel the same, I don't wanna hurt you." You almost pleaded him to change the conversation as you knew this could be bad.

"You don't have to worry about hurting me, I want this." He held your hand as he looked at you.

"Give me time, yeah? I need to process how I feel and I'd rather do this when I have my feelings sorted out." You hoped he'd understand and respect your decision.

"I'll wait."