Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Begging For My Cock

S/n - if I wrote a Justin dirty story would you read it? my sister was watching me edit this. ;/

When Justin comes home that evening he's still wearing the outfit which you assumed was from the photoshoot, considering he had left the house in athletic shorts and a black tee shirt, his hair messily quiffed how it usually is.

But when he finds you in the bedroom upon arriving home, he's in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned to the top, a plain black tie, black trousers and dress shoes.

His hair is done up in a slicked coif that curls back slightly on one side- he looks fresh off the cover of Men's Vogue or GQ. It's not his usual style but damn it all if it doesn't work for him. He looked cute this morning, whereas now the correct word would be more the likes of handsome; sharp; stunning.

"Hey you," he says, smiling at you from the doorway and you set down your book to get a good look at him.

"Hi stranger," you motion for him to come closer and you can smell his cologne as he does, all manly and Justin and everything you love.

"Is this is the same Justin that left the house in basketball shorts this morning? You look like a whole new man!"

He smirks shyly and sticks his hands in his pockets, giving your body a once-over.

"D'you like it? I kept it on cause I thought we could drive up to the city and go have dinner somewhere nice, if you want. I'm just in that kind of mood, I guess."

"Yeah, that sounds good, actually. I've been itching to get out of the house all day. Let me just hop in the shower and I'll be ready soon, okay?"

He nods and slips off his shoes before settling on the bed, turning the TV on.

"Take your time babe, I'll wait."

You shower and shave quickly, blowing your hair dry still in your towel, and you surely don't miss the smirky glances that Justin gives you from the bedroom. You fix your makeup a little darker and more sultry than you normally would and come into the bedroom, searching your closet for that new black dress you hadn't had the chance to wear yet.

It fits nicely on your body with a peplum waist and an open back, and a hemline that falls about mid-thigh. Justin had helped you pick it out.

"You look lovely," he comments as you rub lotion into your legs with one foot perched on the bed.

"I love that dress on you."

"Thanks," you grin at the way your stomach still flutters with butterflies everytime he compliments you-

"I like it too. I've just got to find shoes then I'll be ready to go, okay?"

"Okay," he smiles and stands up, putting his own shoes on, before calling out to you again.

"Hey, babe, do me a favor?"

"Mhm?"

"Don't wear any knickers with that dress."

You're a little temporarily taken aback by his bluntness but that's quickly replaced by arousal, knowing what's in store for you tonight- or not knowing.

That's the best part.
It's just finished getting dark when you two leave the house.

Justin drives holding your hand, fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger, singing quietly to the Miguel CD that's playing.

When you arrive at the restaurant, it's not too busy, but Justin still parks at the very back corner of the parking lot, a part where the street light doesn't illuminate.