You and Justin hang around like brother and sister during the day, watching movies and hitting each other with popcorn or in his backyard skate boarding on his spray painted ramp. You two could rarely go out in public together because of the rumors that would start and hate that would surface but that didn't matter to either of you cause all you needed was each other to be happy -and satisfied.
A couple of months ago you and Justin got drunk at a house party held by one of the "business partners" of Scooter. You ended up hooking up for round one in a hall-closet and round 2 and 3 back at his house.
When you woke up the next morning with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, terror struck you because you remembered what happened the night before. The foreplay, the kisses, the muscles, the scratches.
You start to sit up but are pulled back down by a right grip. He must have done it instinctively because he was still sleeping with his mouth partly opened and his hair a tangled mess. You quickly, but careful unravel yourself from his grasp and slip on his shirt, nothing else. You liked Justin, don't get me wrong i mean he's a sex god. But you already knew what would happen if you ever tried to date.
Back when you and Justin first met the guys expected something to blossom between you two. They sat you down both at the tour bus table and explained to you both that "Justin dating a girl 4 years younger than him is not only gonna start a media riot but is illegal as well" you were about to say you didn't care what anybody said because you loved him but Justin answered scooter "what? Come on bro, there's nothing between us! I don't feel that way about her and I know for a fact she feels the same, right?" You were shocked so you quickly just nodded your head in agreement to keep yourself straight. {back to the hook up} little did you know that after you and Justin's "session" that he couldn't get enough of you. You went to the kitchen to make pancakes because you didn't just want to get dressed and leave without knowing if this ruined you friendship. It took a good 20 minutes for Justin to come slugging himself down the stairs.
He was wearing a smile so you assumed that this wouldn't be to awkward. As you turn around to put the food on the table he looked at you smirking. "You look good in my shirt" he said eyeing you up and down. Apparently this wasn't awkward to him at all. "Damn, I have to worst hangover" he continued grabbing a plate from the cabinet and a fork from the table. "I think we need to talk" is all you said. "I know, about last night right" "yeah" "I already have a solution." You were not expecting that. "We can be fuck buddies" he suggested.
You chocked on your food and grabbed a napkin to spit into. "Um what" you said still not comprehending what he had just said. "Well, don't let this go to your head but your the best I've ever had ;), I think we both can agree that a relationship isn't what either of us want so we can continue our friendship and fuck when we want."
You stared at him with a blank expression because your mind had officially cracked. Long story short, you agreed to his proposal on the condition that neither of you are allowed to have sex with anyone else. He had no problem agreeing with the condition that you immediately "start work." ----------------
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Friends With Benefits (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"...He was wearing a smile so you assumed that this wouldn't be to awkward. As you turn around to put the food on the table he looked at you smirking. "You look good in my shirt" he said eyeing you up and down. Apparently this wasn't awkward to him...