Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Medicine

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I observed myself beneath my golden mask with a slight smirk forming across my lips, I look hot and mysterious im not gonna lie and it was exactly what I aimed for. I’m not really an expert at hosting parties, I mean, I’ve done it maybe a couple of times at high school, but they were never any formal as the one I’m hosting right now. A masquerade ball. Justin’s idea. I had no clue why he wanted me to throw a party, let alone a masquerade one. When I asked him he said it was gonna be a classic fun idea for people who aren’t used to formality aka his crew - and himslef. However, I only agreed because after every party me and justin attend it always end with a good fuck at home when we’re back from the club. this time, since it’s sort of a formal SOBER party I thought it was gonna end with not just like any rough one night stand but with scenario sex. I am gonna act a scene with justin and he has no clue of what I have in mind. knowing justin is as always a perverted bastard, he is gonna think of teasing me in advance, but not today. Justin. oh my. the reflecting and knowing smirk on his face is working its way down my core along with his plain black mask making his dark eyes inescapable. I don’t mind tho; the only way justin would be able to even get his dick inside of me is for me to be throughly teased and soaked, I need that for what I have in mind. Of course having a mind of kinky ideas is both in my advantage and disadvantage tonight. every way he touched me and even the way his lips moved while he was talking effected me. and right now he has his hands scraped lazily across my waist, holding my chest to his as we danced to the arousing slow music. “Penny on your thoughts?” Justin whispered darkly as he leaned forward his lips brushing my earlobe. All my senses rushed to the surface as it sent a slight shiver down my spine. I didn’t show it tho. “I was just thinking about how hard you’re trying to hide your arousal from the guests by squeezing my body to yours.” I deliberately bite my lower lip gazing at him beneath my mask. It was true, Justin is hard and it’s killing how he’s pushing our groins up together in an attempt to hide it. His breath hitches and he glares down at me. “Well, You didn’t seem to complain about my hard on when it was beneath your hands under the dining table. ” He hissed as he leaned forward once more this time biting my earlobe hard. I gasp as a flow of pain and pleasure exploit my senses and suddenly my breathing accelerates and I feel like I’m losing my cool. But no, I have to control it. I move one of my hands that’s draped around his neck across his painfully hard length and squeeze it slightly. He lets go of my earlobe and sinks his head in the nape of my neck groaning loudly. luckily the music was to loud for anyone to hear it except myself. “I need you.” He growls, slightly scraping his teeth along my neck. I fight every urge to moan back at his words but I know it’s worth it.

“Control it big boy, I’m not leaving my own party for your needs.” I try to speak calmly but my hoarse needy voice deceived me. He smirks down at me and lowers his hands cupping my ass squeezing it softly. “I know you want me.” He murmurs licking his lower lip. I hold on to him and grind up to him taking him by surprise as his eyes close shut and he emits a hoarse sexy moan. I feel him hardening even more beneath me and it makes me smirk in glory. “Shut up, I like the party and I am staying. ” I breathe up to him. Before I could process anything justin yanks my arm pulling me through the crowd heading up stairs to our bedroom. I can’t fight it, I am too turned on to do anything, I need him. I know he thinks he won. He thinks that by dragging me up to the room, he won his control. Heh, Not ever Bieber.. He pushed the door open and let me in, as soon as he loxked the door I took him by surprise. I puahed him on the bed and before he could push me away I had his arms handcuffed to the bed posts. He glared at me beneath his black mask witb dark eyes, with his hard dick nearly cutting through the fabric of his jeans. “Uncuff me you fucking slut,” He growls through gritted teeth and it only made me smile. I looked at him dead in the eye trailing my hands all over my body slowly. “Uncuff me.” He hissed again. I’m not going to ask him to ahut up just uet, I quite like the idea of him begging me, it’s the first time i feel control over justin and if he ever thinks im gonna give it up, then he’s fucking mad! I feel his eye on me as I turn around from him making my way to our wardrobe. I bend down espozing my ass up to him, I hear his loud grown as he pulls hard on the metal cuffs. I giggle loudly as i pull the leather bag up to the edge of the bed, still not glancing up at him. I knew it killed him, the lack of control he has on at the moment must be freaking him out. As i finish fetching what i need from the bag, I look up at him and he’s furious still, His jaw clenched tightly and his face gloriously red. He’s still pulling at the cuffs. “It’s not gonna break, unlike you, i know.” I can’t mask the irony and sarcasm off my voice and it only made him grow angrier. “You’re a fucking slut,” He spoke quietly with lust dripping out of his tone. He really is angry. I faked a gasp and swayed my hip up to him and reached out squeezing his hard. making him gasp loudly and lean back. “Not another word, Justin.” I spoke every word slowly making sure he’d take it that I’m not kidding.

I turn back to the edge of the bed as his eyes followed me. I slowly stripped of my golden gown leaving my mask and my heels along with my golden lace underwear, yes I have that thing for gold, I had no idea justin could get harder any further but I was wrong. I felt pitty for him not being able to free himself especially that he’s still wearing his pants, but who am I kidding he should suck it up, I’m in charge. I sit on the edge of the bed with my knees drifted apart giving him a perfect view of my pussy as I brought trailed down a vibrator to my soaking core and tearned it on moving pushing it inside of my. I gasp a moan as I bring my other hand to message my clit making the pleasure almost to overwhelming for me to handle. my moans are uncontrollable and so are justin’s as he sits across me. He never saw me pleasure myself before and he didn’t even know i owned a vibrator. As I was about to come I turned the vibrator of and pulled it out. By that time Justin was panting like me. I waited until I had calmed down and put the vibrator down against my core once again. “You’re torturing yourself,” Justin breathed squinting his eyes in confusion. “You got me used to it.” I replied shakily, I need to make him suffer and yes, it was true justin got me used to torture. It was his thing in bed- oh u gon come? no wait u wont. I repeated the process one more time pulling it put before I could orgasm. I don’t want to orgasm. Justin always teased me about not squirting but today I was going to. I crawled my way up to him ignoring my hot damp core and focused on his jeans, not looking up at him once. Even though he begged me over and over again. I pulled it down along with his boxers and his length sprung frer painfully hard. I looked up at him and he had calmed down sighing with relief. He wasn’t as furious as he was and I knew I lost it and that I needed him, but not yet. I bent down licking his length from top to base not moving my sight from his. He groaned loudly and pushed his head back to the mattress closing his eyes shut. He thought I was gonna give in. Pft shame. I came back up again and crawled up to his chest, gis head was no up glaring at me. he needed a release I wasn’t giving him, he was shaking with anger and pulling at the cuffs and all I did was smirk down at him. I pulled him up by his collar and bent down to his lips, he was just about to pull me into a kiss but I only scraped my teeth along his lower lip pulling at it. He growled at me. By that time justin knew that even by behaving he won’t get what he wants. To my surprise he smirked down at me, his eyes were the bleakest and coldest. What is he thinking? Im one swift move I was beneath him, I gasped up at him and my breathing was harsh and I was freaking frightened. What the hell? and suddenly I felt it, behind me. The bed posts? “You broke the funking bed posts?” I couldn’t hide the fear and confusion in my voice but I was sure he saw It on my face. “Shut the fuck up slut!” Justin shouted with pure anger making me flinch and I my back arched instantly as he pushed his way throught with now warning.

His hips shock as he let put a cry of pleasure and screwed his face. He looked fucking hot. “You Fucking slut! A vibrator? And you had me fucking sit an watch you? You’re lucky I fucking love you?” His thrusts went harder and harder each minute longing to torture me as I did him. Not anything I cant take tho. “You toyed me, (Y/N). You fucking toyed me.” He snarled and with each thrust he hit my g- spot making sure I felt the most intense pleasure, that was his thing, If I made him angry he would make my sex overwhelming heaven. Tears sprung through my eyes. The pleasure was insanely overwhelming, he was fast and deep, It was unexplainable. I felt his familiar twitch inside of me and I knew I couldn’t hold it in much longer. We let go together. I sprung my eyes open just to watch him come, It was always a pleasure to watch it. He was looking at me with wonder and confusion and love. “I fucking love you.” He mouthed at me while after he had calmed down. “I love you too, Justin,” I breathed through my pants. “I just thought I’d give you a taste of your own medicine.”