Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Silent Treatment Gone Wrong (mature)

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Once this story reaches 100 imagines I will be making a part two.

“Come on, baby.” I heard the softness of Justin’s voice from over my shoulder and it sent waves of heat running through my body. I stayed still on the bed. “I was joking, you can’t seriously be mad?” I heard a low chuckle erupt from his throat, I didn’t move.

Even as he placed his lips on my hand after he’d taken it gently in his large hand, I didn’t move. I kept my eyes on the TV screen, careful not to react to the buzzing feeling his lips were causing. They travelled up my arm and to my shoulder and I felt shivers.

“Come on, [Y/N].” His lips were close to my ear now, so close that I felt his breath on my skin. “Let me make you feel good.” He started to leave open mouthed kisses on my neck and I had to hold my breath to refrain from humming. “[Y/N].” He moaned, clearly awaiting a reply.

But he didn’t get one. I stayed still and quiet. My heart banged against my chest as I heard him sigh rather heavily before moving away from me.

“Fine, whatever.” He said. “Be like that, I don’t care.” But it was painfully obvious that he did in fact, care; it was clear in his voice.

Air came through the open window and the quiet sound of cars racing by in the darkness outside could be heard every now and then but apart for that and the low volume on the TV, the room was filled to the top with silence.

I heard Justin sigh, the sound of his keyboard clicking followed after and it continued, on and off. This carried on for another twenty minutes or so.

Curious, I made sure to stop myself from turning to look at him once all the noise on his part had come to a halt.

I heard shuffling around and didn’t bother to keep a strong gaze as he walked over to the drawers in the left corner of the room. After only a few moments the drawer closed and he approached the bed once more, although this time he came around to my side. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I felt him yank at my wrist. That was when the handcuffs came into my eyesight.

First, he clasped one around my right wrist before doing the same with my left. I gulped as I bit down on my bottom lip. Feeling his stare, I looked up. Just as I imagined, a deep smirk rested proudly on his plump lips.

“Let’s play a little game.” He said, and I already felt my palms beginning to sweat. “Since you want to act like such an ignorant brat, let’s see how quiet you can be when my cocks inside of you, making you feel so good it’ll be impossible for you to keep that pretty mouth shut. ” He leaned down and rested his hands on the bed so that his face was close to mine. “I win; you suck my dick. You win; although highly unlikely, I’ll eat you for dinner. For an hour.” His words danced their way out of his lips and I found myself squirming under his hot gaze.

He hummed as he looked down at me. Since he was only wearing boxers, it was quick and easy for them to leave his body. “I want you to suck my cock, okay?” He climbed on the bed in front of me as I sat cross-legged and before I knew it, his hand met the back of my head and he was guiding his half-limp length to my lips.

I felt his rigidness against the inside of my cheeks as I sucked. I adored the way his head fell back and the outlines of his throat bulged through his skin. I struggled against the handcuffs; wanting to touch him.

Slowly, I took just over half of him in and out of my mouth, relishing in the sound of his sweet and subtle moans. I kept my eyes on him at all times. He seemed to notice because he couldn’t help but speak up.