Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Backseat Punishment

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Watching Justin subtly from the passenger seat, I noticed the way his jaw clenched, for no reason at all, at random times and the way his fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio. My eyes rested on his fingers for a longer period of time.

I sighed, but he didn’t falter. We’d been on the road for a good few hours now and I was only just starting to become bored. How he’d managed to sit there for so long was beyond me; I was able to move and distract myself, all he had to do was look at the road.

I thought about how many times his fingers had pleasured me, and how many times he’dpleasured me and I found myself wanting him.

Once again, I sighed. This time he turned his attention from the long road ahead to me. He took a hold of my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze while he smiled at me. My heart fluttered, but I still felt the arising feeling of arousing building in my stomach.

I took my hand out of his hold so that I could trail my fingers up and down his arm. I felt him shake just a little. “Hmm.” His eyes shuddered closed before he snapped back and focused on the road.

I moved closer to him so that I could press my lips against his arm where I’d previously touched him with my fingers, loving the warmth of his skin on any part of my body. I continued to leave wet kisses anywhere that I could reach.

“Babe, you’re distracting me.” He chuckled softly, retrieving his arm from my lips. I giggled under my breath; he had no idea how much more distracting I could be. And I was prepared to show him.

I placed my tongue on his upper arm, letting it leave a wet trail up to his shoulder. He let out a soft moan. “I love it when you touch me babygirl, but you can’t right now.” He tried to pry me away from him with his free hand while the other made sure he was steering properly. He moved my head with the palm of his hand, I moved away.

I noticed he let out some sort of sigh of relief when I stopped touching him, but I let it go.

It wasn’t long before I was internally yearning for his touch again, wanting to feel the increasing speed of his heart and shortening of his breath when my skin was on his own.

I wanted him in that moment, I wanted us to be close and restricted as he took me right here. Slowly, my hand moved from my lap to his thigh. I slid it up and down the jeans that covered his body. After doing this for approximately thirty seconds, I saw that goosebumps were beginning to form on his arms.

He took in a deep breath, seeming to not pay attention to me or at least trying to not give in to me.

I rested my palm on his thigh now, moving up dangerously close to his cock. My fingers pressed into his inner thigh. “[Y/N], stop.” That was all he said. And he said it in the least kindest say possible, sending shivers down my spine. I didn’t stop.

I let my hands trail round the bend of his jeans, almost so that I was cupping him. But the material of his jeans made it so that I was only really brushing against him. He let out a gruff groan, making me smirk.

“What the fuck are you doing? You can’t tease me now, baby. Stop.” He warned me, but I didn’t listen. Simply because I was in love with the way he became flustered and worried but also annoyed and impatient.

“What? I’m just expressing my love for my boyfriend.” I shrugged, grinning subtly.

“Well you can gladly do it when we get home by sucking my cock. Not when I’m driving.” He seemed to attempt to make himself sound strong, but I was sure it was almost a childish whine.