Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Bets and Revenge

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“So, [Y/N].” Za smirked across the table at you, causing you to look at him weirdly. “You any good at pleasing my bro in bed?” He chuckled as he asked you, probably at your nose scrunching up.

“I don’t understand why it’s any of your business, Za but if you must know, I do him good.” You smirked smugly, reaching over and picking up your glass of water.

“For some reason, I don’t believe you lil’ mama.” He tested you. “Prove yourself.”

“I’m not gonna ‘prove myself’ to you, I don’t need to.” You laughed at him as he shook his head.

“No, you just know you’re shit at getting him going.” Za pointed his finger at you from across the kitchen table. “I bet you can’t get him hard right here, right now.” He put his hand out for you to shake.

Feeling competitive all of a sudden, you raised the bet. “I bet I can make him cum.” You scoffed, shaking his hand.

;“Alright, if I win, you gotta let me borrow your car for a week.” He smirked with an evil glint in his eye.

“Hey, babe.” You spoke seductively next to his ear while your hand ran down his arm. “How are you?” You asked, smiling at him.

His eyebrows furrowed at your behaviour but played along. “I’m good, thanks baby.” He smirked at you.

By now, Za had told the rest of the group about the bet, causing them to move far away from you both and pretend to have their own conversation as they awaited the results.

You placed your hand on Justin’s inner thigh, moving slowly up to his area and grabbed him through his sweatpants. His breath hitched and his body stiffened in response. You kissed down his next as your palm started running circles on his dick through the material.

“W-What are-” You interrupted him before he could speak.

“Shh. Just enjoy it. Feel it.” You whispered in his ear as he moaned.

You sped up your motion and sucked on his neck to bring him closer, you were determined at this point.

“Shit, [Y/N]. Don’t stop. Harder, babygirl.” His head fell back against the couch, you smirked as he showed signs of being close to cumming. He’d clearly forgotten his friends are still present.

“Whatever you say, daddy.” You smirked, internally patting yourself on the back for remembering to use his biggest kink as an advantage.

“Fuck, baby.” He almost whimpered. “Stop and let me fuck you senseless.” He groaned as he bucked his hips up.

“No, I want you to cum like this for me. I can tell you’re close, I can feel you twitching against my hand. Cum for me.” You encouraged him.

“Holy shit.” He moaned loudly, his hips bucking up to get more friction as he breathed heavily while you rubbed him all the way through his high, profanities flew out of his mouth as he came.

Once he’d come down from his high, you shot up from the couch in triumph.

“Yes!” Your arms flew into the air as you turned to Za and smirked. “Looks like I’ve got a slave, what shall I get you to do first?” You exaggerated as Za huffed.

“W-Wait, what’s going on?” A heavily breathing Justin stuttered from behind you as he stood up and frowned.

“Well, it’s getting late. We’re gonna take off.” Hailey announced as she sensed the change of direction the conversation was going in. “We’ll see you guys later.” The group piled out of the door while saying their farewells, leaving you alone with Justin.

20 Minutes Later

“Is this going to teach you not to make me cum for a bet?” Justin spat as he pounded into you harshly as you were on all fours on your bed.

“F-Fuck, yes.” You whimpered as your body jolted forward every time he rocking his hips against you.

“You did a bad thing, only a stupid girl would do what you did. You left me no choice but to punish you.” He growled as he slapped your ass, leaving a light handprint on your skin.

“J-Justin. I’m so close.” You gripped the sheets up into a fist as you felt insane pleasure as Justin hit against your walls over and over again.

“Is my princess gonna cum?” He rasped, his breathing heavy as he felt his orgasm around the corner too. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, wait for me.” He ordered.

Feeling his thrusts become sloppy, you knew his climax was around the corner. “Can I cum?” You moaned as your walls clenched.

“What’s the magic word, babygirl?”

“P-Please.” You whimpered, biting down on your lip.

“Fuck, I’m c-cumming. Cum all over my dick, [Y/N].” He moaned, his thrust became sharper as he rode out your orgasm.

“Oh, shit. Justin.” You moaned his name loudly as your orgasm hit you.

“Have you learnt not to make stupid bets to see if you can make me cum? Have you learnt that it was the wrong thing to do?” He grabbed your waist and pulled you up against his chest. “Because if not, I’m gonna have to fuck you again.” He breathed heavily down your neck.