I put my hands on Justin's neck while our lips still keep in touch. Justin puts his hands on the side of my body as he pushes me black slowly causing me to lie on the blankets as he comes on top of me. His tongue taps my bottom lip as I let him in slowly. Our tongues play a game, more lust than love. Actually absolutely no love but just pure lust.
I feel Justin's upper leg touching mine, after which I remove my lips of his lips and press mine on his neck. "Let's go to my room." He says, more like a demand instead of a question. Justin climbs off me and grabs me by my hand while he anticipates me to his bedroom. I walk inside and before I can do something, Justin grabs me and pulls me close to him and then he starts to kiss me fervently. He pushes me against the wall and presses his lips on my neck. He begins to suck my neck and moans leave my mouth. Justin wanders with his hands under my shirt but I quickly turn us around which makes Justin being the one against the wall with his back right now. I grab his wrists and push them above his head and then agressively kiss him. After a while I let go of Justin's wrists and touch his six pack coming through his shirt with my finger tips. I feel Justin's hands falling down on my ass as he squeezes it, which makes me laugh. I jump and clamp my legs around his waist when Justin walks us to his bed. He carefully let's me fall on the bed and hangs over me. The contact between our lips breaks as he pulls my shirt over my head and slowly goes with his fingers over my bra as his hands find the ways to the closure of my bra and he immediately snaps it open. I quickly remove Justin's shirt from his body look at his sixpack for a quick second to admire it. His lips find their way to my neck as he starts sucking again which makes me moan a bit. As he kisses me he zips his pants open en breaks the contact to get out off his pants and his boxer. He comes back on top of me as his hands find their way to my pants, which he also quickly zips open and pulls down, along with my panties. We're now completely naked. Before I know it Justin comes inside of me and that's when it hits me. I'm having sex with the person I hate the most in this world? I quickly push Justin off of me.
"What's wrong?" He asks confused.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why are we doing this?" I ask.
"I don't know. Guess I needed it." He says as he shrugs his shoulders and tries to get back on me again.
"Wait a minute..." I shake my head. "So you just used me, because you '"needed" it?" I ask confused and also a bit mad. Justin sits down on the bed and shrugs his shoulders. That's it. He shouldn't have said that...
I pick up all my clothes from the ground and run to my own room as soon as I can. With one punch I throw the door shut and I turn it locked. I throw my clothes in a corner and drop myself into my pillow. Immediately the tears flow down my cheeks. How could I let this happen? Why did I let him drag me into this? I hate him! Why did not I stop myself when he started? Harder and faster the tears flow down my cheeks. I glance at my pillow and see that he is completely black. Why?! Why did I do this myself? I squeeze my hands into fists so hard that my nails dril into my palms and leave blue/purple stripes. "Han, Justin, we're home!" I hear Martin shout, but I'm not in the mood right now. I try to wipe my tears away, but they keep coming back. I sigh and put on my pajamas, still crying.
"Yo guys! Good to know you're all alive!" I hear Justin say happily.
"Hi, where's Han?" I hear Jackson ask.
"In her room." Justin answers. I hear Harry just sigh and then footsteps getting closer.
"Han? Han! What's wrong?! Han, I can hear you cry. I'm coming in! " Jackson says worried.
I hear him fumbling with the latch, but of course he does not get it open. "Han c'mon open the door!" Jackson yells. I don't move and just stay in bed. "Han! 3,2,1!" I now hear Ethan yell. I sigh and get out of bed to open the door. Once it flies open, I let myself fall into Jackson's arms.
"Han, what happened?' He asks as he strokes my back. I can't find the words to say anything and just keep on crying.
"Justin." Ethan suddenly hisses.
"No. No not Justin. " I sob. I don't want the boys to know this, it's my own stupid mistake.
"Han, what is it? Please tell me." Jackson says softly as he slowly walks with me to my bed and sits on it. He puts me on his lap and strokes my hair as I hide my face in the hollow of his neck.
"I'll get a glass of water." Ethan says.
"Han, tell me?" Jackson whispers.
"I ... I don't ... I don't want to tell." I gasp out as I get my face out of his hole and look at him with teary eyes.
"Should I be worried?" He asks. The concern is to read from his eyes.
"No no. You don't" I sob.
"Girl stuff?" He asks. I nod quickly.
"Oh, honey." He says as he pulls me back to him.
"Shall I send Emma?" He asks.
"No that's not necessary." I sob.
Harry sighs and presses a kiss on my forehead and then he gently rocks me back and forth. A few seconds later, Ethan enters. He kneels in front of me and puts his hands on my legs. I look at him and grab the glass of water. Quietly I drink it while Jackson reassuringly rubs my back and Ethan strobes my legs. I just smile at them.
"Thank you." I say.
"Hey, it'll be okay right?" Ethan says. I smile and nod as watery. I lay my head on Jackson's chest, and he beats his arms tightly around my shoulders as he rocks back and forth again as Ethan still rubs my knees. I close my eyes. Jackson and Ethan are really my best friends.
Then I feel that I'm actually really exhausted from this evening and slowly fall off to sleep.
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I effing hate you. {JB fanfiction}
Storie d'amoreHow effing great to spend your effing summer with a guy you effing hate :)