Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Rollercoaster

It wasn't a feeling that came to him instantly; he didn't feel sparks or electricity the first time he pressed his lips against her wet and plump ones. And he didn't feel butterflies when he touched her. At first.

It had been ten months since he first had the pleasure of seeing her teeth poke through her lips as she smiled at him and it was an image that still replayed in his mind.

She laid with her head rested in his lap now. Her hand pressed against his thigh and at first, it caused his mind to wander and his whole body to stiffen. But rather than take her and pleasure her throughout the night, he let her be still.

While she laid watching the TV screen, he let his hand run through the length of her hair. He carried on doing this even when his arm started to ache because by the way her breathing was becoming heavy, he could tell she enjoyed the sensation.

He knew what love was when it came to her, and he knew it was a feeling he had been missing. He felt his hand grip into her hair at the mere thought of losing out on the love he was currently drowning in.

He knew it was love when she laughed and his heart banged against the prison of his ribcage, he knew it was love when he touched her and she whimpered and moaned into the darkness of their bedroom, and he knew it was love when he felt content as he sat holding her.

While his right hand rested on her thigh, he felt as though he was floating but at the same time, crashing. He felt like he was on broken rollercoaster with no capability of getting off it. It was plummeting and he felt like it was the end, but for some reason, it was
the happiest he'd been and he never wanted to get off.

She shuffled then, startling him out of his thoughts. She turned on her back and Justin felt the familiar rush caused by the friction.

"What are you smiling for?" She asked with her own grin on her lips as she watched him. His smile only got bigger without him meaning for it to.

"It's just, I can't believe you're wearing my clothes." He said, feeling his heart thumping once more.

And it was true; there was a strange sense of proudness seeping through his heart while he watched his girlfriend wearing his clothes.

"You're cute." She giggled, pressing her hand against his chest and he was sure she was going to feel his heart beating violently.

Her eyes were bright while she looked at him and he was sure his were identical. Her dainty fingers moved across the hardness of his chest and he felt an enjoyable sensation being left behind.