Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Apartment 24

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He let his feet carry him up the stairs. He’d already managed two flights and he had one more to go before he reached his floor.

The lights effortlessly lit up the staircase and for that, he was thankful. The carpet felt soft and forgiving to his heavy footsteps and his hand glided across the banister.

He was only a little bit drunk. Drunk enough to feel a sense of heaviness in his head but not so drunk that he couldn’t gather his balance. Still, he held onto the banister just in case his body deceived him.

With great effort, he reached his floor and let out a long sigh as he stretched. Before he reached the door with the huge, gold ‘25’ nailed and covering the white paint, he passed the door that would have been the twin of his own if it wasn’t for the ‘24’ that was too, nailed into it.

It would have been simple to stride past if he hadn’t have known who was inside. He didn’t actually know her, but he’d seen her and he enjoyed what he saw. A lot.

He’d made the great effort to mutter a 'morning’ or 'good evening’ to her whenever he crossed her in the hall, followed by a smile that showed her his pearly whites. He felt his heart jump the first time she’d reenacted his greeting.

But that was all. And even though they’d done nothing but mumble words to each other, and he’d felt the air sweep passed him as she walked by, he felt the sudden need to lick his lips at the sight of her.

But as he stood staring at the door, urging himself to either knock or keep walking, he heard something that caused all the muscles in his body to contract. He felt breathless as he heard the same sound once more.

The sound was so erotic, and caused him to hum softly. It was as though whoever was making such a beautiful sound was aware of his presence and how much he enjoyed hearing it because the whimpering carried on.

He was sure it was her, and he couldn’t help but think about all those times she had sent him an innocent smile in the hall before closing the door to her apartment, and locking all of her secrets away inside so Justin couldn’t have the pleasure of finding them.

There’d been many times when he’d felt the sweet sensation of arousal in his body only minutes after being in her presence, it frustrated him that he could never demand she help him with his pent up sexual tension. He had to politely smile and walk away.

That might have been the reason that he knocked on her door; as some sick and twisted from of pay back, for all those times he was forced to pump himself to a foggy and distant image of her.

The whimpering stopped and a smirk laid happily on Justin’s lips. He heard shuffling and he stood straight and still, waiting for her.

The sound of the metal of the lock on the door turning rang through his ears, and he felt excitement dripping in his body as he awaited to see what she quickly found to wrap around her once naked body.

The door opened ever so slightly and he saw her gleaming face appear. He could tell that she was previously working towards a sexual high because she had a dazed expression on her face, mixed with frustration. He felt pity but also, proudness.

“Uh, hi.” she said breathlessly and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from giving himself away.

It was only then that he realised he had nothing to say to her and the insane reason he was stood there was to catch her in the middle of her self-exploration. He wasn’t complaining however; he took great pleasure in staring at her tinted cheeks and her chest rising and falling rapidly.