Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Officer Bieber (part two)

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I sighed, feeling the handcuffs digging sharply into my wrist, pressing against my veins. I was practically being dragged as I struggled to keep up with the man holding me tightly by the upper arm.

Being pulled into the police station, I wanted to laugh at this whole situation. But I was interrupted when I was brought to a halt. “Well, look who it is.” I heard a familiar voice. I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I’d heard such an angelic voice before.

Looking in the direction of the voice, my mind was instantly refreshed. The voice belonged to a man who had made me feel more intense pleasure than I’d ever felt before and made me cum more times in one night than ever before - Officer Bieber. Or as I’d gotten to know him throughout the night; Justin Bieber. He stood smirking at me. In that uniform. Damn, that uniform.

“What’d you do? Forget your indicator was on again?” He chuckled at me, meanwhile the other officer, that was still keeping a firm hold of me, stood completely oblivious to what we were talking about.

“No,” I scoffed. I was yanked forward by the officer behind me once more, making me hiss.

“Aye, man. Take it easy on her, yeah?” Justin frowned slightly, making me smirk at him appreciatively as I was being pulled away. “What’s she in for?” He looked genuinely confused.

“This woman was caught half naked on the street.” The officer didn’t seem at all impressed.

Officer Bieber, on the other hand, looked amused as he raised an eyebrow at me. “It was a dare! Come on, it was funny!” I laughed. I may have been a little drunk.

“All right, I’ve got her. I’ll take her down.” He walked towards me, a lot more relaxed than the other man was. I had to hold back a smirk when he took a hold of me roughly.

“Do everything you have to, get her questioned.” I noticed a warning look on the officer’s face, making me roll my eyes.

“I’ve hardly committed the crime of the century,” I huffed. Justin pulled me along, however, walking with Justin I realised I felt a lot more comfortable. “Where are we going?” My shoulders started to ache from having my arms behind my back for so long.

“Well, lucky for you, you get to spend some time in a cell.” He spoke sarcastically. “Not long, it’ll be over before you know it.” He sighed, he didn’t seem pleased to be in this situation either.

We arrived to an individual cell. I was going to be spending some time here. And all I could think about was Justin’s hands on mine.

He let me walk inside before he slammed it shut behind me. I huffed dramatically. “Hey, this isn’t gonna be any fun for me either. I’m the one that’s gotta sit here and watch you.” He leaned against the wall, folding his arms.

“Well,” I felt confident for a moment and I took advantage of it. “we could make things a lot more interesting.” I leaned forward in between the bars, sending him a suggestive look.

“Hm? Enlighten me.” He rested his arms against the bars. He was smirking down at me.

“Remember how we spent that night?” My eyes roamed up and down his body before settling on his face once more. He nodded. “That.” I ran my tongue along my teeth.

“Hmm.” I watched as he bit the inside of his cheek, ready to give into the temptation. He seemed to suddenly snap out of it. “No. No, we can’t; the chance of getting caught is too high.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Come on, live a little.” I chuckled, fidgeting with my wrists.

“Oh, like you clearly seem to? Getting naked in public?” He got closer. “Is fucking an officer in a prison cell next on that bucket list of yours?” He was giving excuses but I knew from the way he was inching closer that he wanted it too.