Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Alternative Ending (lnt part two/mature)

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I rolled over onto my side, wanting to feel Justin’s warmth as the cold of the night ran over my body. But when I attempted to shuffle into his chest so that he’d automatically wrapped his arms around me, I fell into an empty space.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I squinted around the darkness of the room but I couldn’t see Justin anywhere, and I noticed that the ensuite light wasn’t on so I knew he hadn’t gone to the toilet. I sighed and let my head fall back against the pillow, my hair spreading out across them. I put it down to the fact he’d simply gone downstairs for a drink and he’d be back up at any second so I could feel his embrace.

But a few minutes turned into what must have been roughly ten minutes. I huffed, tapping my fingers against the covers. I was now fully awake.

While I continued to wait to see if he’d come back upstairs, I finally heard noises. I heard a long groan, followed by another and another coming from down the stairs, making me shoot up from the bed. My first immediate thought was that he was in pain. My first thought was to run down there and see if he was okay but instead, I crept down the stairs as best as I could.

The worrying sounds continued as I moved down each step carefully, making sure to keep quiet, afterall, I had no idea who was down here; there was always the chance it wasn’t Justin.

When I was half way down, I noticed there was a light on in the living room, so I didn’t have to struggle to see in the dark. I saw a figure sat comfortably on the couch, I noticed the familiar tattoo on the back of their neck and the growing blonde hair, letting me know instantly it was Justin. Involuntarily, I let out a sigh of relief.

But I noticed the TV playing in front of him, the volume was turned down to a minimum, and I picked up on the way he was making abrupt hand movements. I instantly knew what he was doing and I felt tingles run through my body. I listened as he let out a quiet moan.

“Fuck, [Y/N].” I heard him whisper, and at this point, I was almost close to letting out a moan.

I didn’t interrupt him, I simply watched and admired.

The girl on TV was being taken roughly from behind, moaning as she was bent over with a hand around her neck. I almost whimpered. Justin’s eyes didn’t seem to settle on the TV because his head fell back and stayed there for a while.

I felt my hands brush over my boobs that were already hardening under Justin’s shirt that I was wearing. Running my hand down my stomach and over my underwear, I felt my wetness already forming at what I was watching.

Justin’s hand moved up and down his long length, getting faster whenever the girl let out a particularly loud or pleasure-filled moan. “Oh, fuck. [Y/N].” He was out of breath, his breaths were short as clearly, he neared his orgasm.

Eventually, I let my hand slip into my underwear. I dipped my fingers into my wetness before brushing them up and down my clit. I tried not to gasp at the sudden spark of pleasure.

While Justin groaned, I struggled to keep my mouth sealed. Watching the girl on the screen, I pushed two fingers inside of me, letting myself feel what I was giving myself. “Shit.” I whispered quietly.

Leaning back against the steps, I gave myself more comfort to continue to move in and out of myself.

I wanted nothing more than to go over there and let him know I was watching him, so he’d take me and fuck me instead of us both having to do this ourselves. But I didn’t move. I just continued to fuck myself while watching him do the same.

My hands rubbed over my covered boobs constantly, feeling them hard through the shirt and against my palm. I felt the pleasure run through me.

Justin’s actions sped up, making me do the same so that I could cum with him. “Justin,” I moaned, instantly stopping my movements all together when I saw Justin turn around and spot me sat on the stairs, touching myself.

He watched me with a hard gaze for a moment. “Come here.”

I carefully stood up from my position, still feeling myself wanting release. I whimpered as I reached the couch and caught a sight of his hard cock. “Sit.” I did as I was told.

“Why were you watching me?” His hand ran down my thigh slowly, he was clearly avoiding the area where I wanted him. “What made you think you were allowed to sit and touch yourself without telling me?”

I whimpered, never losing the eye contact we had. “I didn’t wanna interrupt you.” Involuntarily, I squeezed my thighs together. The TV was still on in the background.

He hummed, his eyes fell down to my hardened nipples under his shirt before returning back up to my eyes. “Believe me, babe, you’ve only made this better for us both.” He smirked, letting his hand finally begin to reach where I was aching. His hand took a hold of my left thigh, pulling it towards his own so that my legs were parted for him.

He fluttered his fingers down my clit, making me jerk forward. “You’re already so wet, were you fingering yourself good?” I felt him dip his fingers into my juices.

I nodded, letting my head fall back against the couch. “Come here. I want you to ride me.” He was already pulling me on top of him while I was still registering what he was saying.

“Now.” He rasped. “Fuck me.” He watched me, taking a firm hold of my ass in his hands.

I positioned myself on his tip, slowly pressing down, we both let out a sigh of relief. I quickly pulled off of him before slamming back down, taking Justin by surprised. “Oh, fuck.” He hissed. “How the fuck are you so tight? You never fail to surprise me.” He grunted, his breath tickled my skin.p>

“Oh, Justin,” I moaned, feeling him filling me. “You’re so big.” I took a hold of his shoulders for balance as I bounced above him. He smirked at my comment; I’d clearly boosted his ego, and made him proud, because he began thrusting his hips up to meet my movements.

“Is that good? Tell me I’m making you feel good. Please.” He was beginning to get flustered once more, the centre of his cheeks were becoming red.

“It feels so good.” Moaning, I let my head fall back. “Oh my God!” He reached deeper parts of me during his next few slams, making me crying out loudly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby; I’m close already.” I noticed how he was struggling to keep himself controlled and together.

“Don’t apologise. Just cum.” I grinned down at him. He reached out his hand to grab my boobs, the feeling of his palm rubbing against my sensitive nipples made me hiss quietly. “Justin, I’m there.” I took my lip in my mouth.

“Don’t you dare try to hide anything, moan for me. Moan loudly, scream for me, babygirl.” We both came together. I followed shortly after Justin reached his peak. “Oh my, fuck. Fuck, [Y/N].” While his fingernails dug into my skin, I mirrored the action by, without realising, pressing my nails into his shoulder.

I adored listening to his moans of appreciation, especially while I came. “Mm, Justin. I love you.” I panted, feeling overwhelmed in the heat of the moment.

Breathing heavily, I collapsed against him. “Shit.” I closed my eyes.

“Mm.” He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me close. “You made this a lot more fun than it would have been if I did that alone.” He chuckled, resting his head on my shoulder after kissing it. “I love you, baby.”