Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Birthday

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Time seemed to fly faster that I could even think about it, February quickly turned to March and Justin’s birthday was upon us. Of course we had a lot planned for the upcoming week, many different people wanting to see Justin and present him with gifts to celebrate. There wasn’t another show until the following night, and so the crew had put together an exclusive party at one of London’s top hotels. Originally it had been intended for just the members of the crew that Justin had seen most often, but as Alfredo and I had been put in charge of the guest list, it slowly grew to include more people that would make the event as fun as possible. I remembered the arguments that Fredo and I had gotten ourselves into with Scooter as we discussed inviting some older fans to join the party, but apart from a few hiccups, everything seemed to be in order and after a day of sightseeing and press, Justin and I had began to get ready. He was looking perfect as usual, choosing to wear a simple black t-shirt and jeans, a camel cardigan on top to keep him warm.

There was bitter wind rushing through the streets that evening, it was like no matter how much closer we were getting to summer, the air was determined to hold on to the last pieces of frost and wanted everyone to know about it. I had known when I had chosen the short black and grey dress that the wind would be able to caress places that would otherwise not be a problem, but I had chosen to ignore as I knew that Justin loved this dress. He had picked it out himself when we were shopping online and the look in his eyes when I had pulled it from my suitcase was unmistakably a reason to wear it on the night of his birthday. It was short, but not too short, finishing in the middle of my thigh with a cut that didn’t show off my cleavage. It hugged my body just right, and there was a long silver zip running all the way down the middle.

We had thought it would be an easy entry to club, but as usual the paparazzi were flooding the entrance and we sat in the black van for a few minutes trying to get used to the fact that we were going to get pushed around for sure. I readjusted the leather jacket on my shoulders and turned my gaze to the man next to him, his eyes still focussed on the crowd outside of the car, the flashes that were already going off reflecting in his eyes. He turned to me and let that beautiful smile of his wash over his face, “You ready for this?” He spoke, unbuckling his seatbelt and glancing out of the car window once more.

“Hell yeah I’m ready” I replied excitedly,  knowing that it was going to be crazy getting in, but it would be equally as fun once we were inside. This was the kind of thing I had gotten used to after being with Justin for so long, but no matter how many times we had to push our way through cameras it never failed to shock the both of us the extent that people were willing to go to get an image. I unbuckled my own seatbelt and grinned as I felt his fingers slip into mine, a quick squeeze all we had time for before the clubs security guard had come to open the door of the van. Justin stepped out first, refusing to let go of my hand as we walked through the crowd as quickly as we could. As soon as he realised how many people there were, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards the door, careful to not pull me over in the 6” heels that I had chosen to wear for the evening.

“More people that usual” He shouted over them, laughing with Alfredo and I as we continued to try and push through people. After another few seconds, Justin seemed to give up with trying to pull me through the crowd entirely, and turned around, picking me up in his strong arms and running as fast as he could through the decorative black doors of a club that I still didn’t know the name of.