Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Sexual Frustration (mature/long)

S/n - I will not be giving credit anymore for I am to lazy, but if one of these imagines belong to you and you would like credit just let me know.

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Justin's hand slid unconsciously over to my knee while we drove down the highway, his fingers tickling my jeans softly. I smiled to myself, staring ahead at the endless rows of cars and the beautiful sun set in front of us. The silence was comfortable, familiar, but it somehow seemed to provoke some kind of tension between us.

We’d been dating for about two months now, still in that honeymoon stage of our relationship, unable to keep our hands off each other. But we still hadn't sealed the deal.

Had sex, I mean.

I could tell Justin wasn't used to waiting so long. He would often try and mask his disappointment when I stopped our heated make out sessions, afraid of taking it too far. It wasn't that I didn’t want to have sex; it was just that I was a virgin, and I was scared of Justin.

It sounds ridiculous, and maybe there's something wrong with me. Justin's that bad boy every girl would love to get her hands on, and I'm lucky enough to have him. But I’m intimidated by his experience, by his sexual experience.

I trust him completely but somehow I feel like he might not appreciate my virginity in the same sense that I do.
I was relieved of my thoughts when I felt Justin's hand creep further up my thigh.

My cheeks burned scarlet at the irony of his timing, and I gently nudged his hand away. “Eyes on the road, Justin,” I smirked.

Justin sighed, placing both of his hands back firmly on the wheel. I noticed the twitch in his jaw, the squint in his eyes, and I knew he was aggravated.

“We’re almost home, babe, can’t you wait till then?” I asked.

The car jolted forward suddenly as Justin sped us down the road, weaving through traffic. I clung to the door, my heart dropping. My palms were sweaty while I watched the look on his face, determined to get us home. I’d made a mistake by asking him if we could wait. Now he expected it.

“Justin, slow down!” I said. “Last thing you need is to get pulled over by the cops,”

“What do you mean the last thing I need?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

“With the media and stuff, I’m sure-”
He scoffed, turning around a corner all while barely slowing down.

“Right, because if anybody should get a speeding ticket in Believe 3D it must be Justin Bieber.”

My mouth dropped open and I rolled my eyes. “God, no that’s not what I meant, what’s wrong with you? Why are you suddenly so angry?”

He ignored me, pulling into the driveway of my small loft and turning off the car. I stared at him while I took off my seatbelt and tried to figure him out.

“Justin…”

“Would you stop saying my name like that?” he snapped. “Like you pity me or… like you’re more mature than me.”

I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. I had no idea where this outburst was coming from, and although I knew Justin could be moody sometimes, the majority of our relationship he had been nothing short of sweet and understanding.

When a minute of silence passed and Justin saw that I was at a loss for words, he got out of the car and walked into my house. I sighed and grabbed my purse, following him. I wasn’t exactly sure how to fix the situation, other than maybe making him an amazing meal and talking it over, but this fight seemed somehow different than the others.