Justin Bieber/Jason McCann Imagines | Book One

Strawberries and Cream

She appeared from behind the tiled walls in a deep red bikini. That alone was enough to make me get the sensation I was falling in love with her all over again, but then my eyes traveled past her face as she didn't even attempt to look beautiful but somehow, managed it anyway, and made the journey down her legs. I suddenly had the strong desire to have them wrapped around my head.

I couldn't help but a few other men happening to be glancing in her direction as she stood at the side of the pool and let her hair shower down around her shoulders. I wasn't sure whether they were looking at her in awe, or if I merely caught them when they happened to be looking in Y/N's general direction. Either way I was irked.

I was floating against the side of the pool, my arms resting along the side. I watched as she spotted me and took her time to sink into the pool. Much to my disappointment, her legs disappeared as she did so.

She swam gracefully towards me; I could see her toes peaking out of the water behind her as she kicked them.

When she reached me, she crashed against my body, but I didn't complain because her skin was soft, warm and smooth against mine.

"Hello there," I said, grinning involuntarily. I didn't give her chance to reply because my lips became one with hers. Her mouth was hot like a fresh cup of hot chocolate and I couldn't help but moan a little. While my lips parted to let my tongue run across her own, something soft and minty slipped in between my teeth. I pulled away and chuckled. "Gum?"

"There was nowhere to put it in the changing rooms," she laughed and I could see everything working behind the skin of her neck. I suddenly had a strong urge to kiss up and down it

"Why didn't you just swallow it?" I asked while cupping my hands, filling it with a tiny amount of water, and dampening her hair.

"I didn't want it getting stuck in my stomach," she said as though she believed that famous myth without a doubt. I laughed and she scrunched her face up in confusion.

"You're cute," I said, and I watched in satisfaction as her cheeks flushed. I pulled her into me and the water rippled around us like a protective bubble. "And may I say, dear lady, you're looking absolutely stunning," I added, and couldn't help but leave a set of kisses along her collarbone.

"Thank you," she giggles, acting innocent. Despite this, I feel her dainty fingers run up my stomach and it sends tingles through my body. "You're looking rather splendid yourself."

I received a deep sense of pride from the mix of Y/N's words and her soft touch moving up and down my stomach. I took the opportunity to let my hands move from around her waist to further and further down to her behind. She let out the faintest of gasps when I squeezed it ever so lightly.

"Now," I started. "Swim with me."

Luckily, the pool wasn't too crowded, probably due to it being a Sunday morning. The only people - besides ourselves - were an ageing man with big, round glasses perched on his crooked nose, a seemingly well-built man who was racing up and down the pool at high speed, and a group of five men now crowding in the far corner.

I let Y/N go ahead of me and I watched her hair spread out on the surface of the water in a pleasing way. Her feet splashed water in my face and I flinched away to avoid getting a mouthful of chlorine.

We did multiple laps, up and down, up and down, until the two of us became tired. I could see pink in the very centre of her cheeks and I was sure mine were the spitting image; I could feel slight heat running down my back.

I sensed Y/N became fatigued before I did because, at one point, she took to wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my torso. It was a little bit harder to keep up the speed I had going but I didn't mind because she was touching me, and her breath was pleasantly warm against my neck.

Just like the group of men, we resulted in sitting in the far corner of the pool, away from everyone. Thankfully, the men had now abandoned their place, and we were quick to take it.

"You smell so good," I muttered up against her back as she stands in front of me. "You smell like strawberries and cream." I had to fight the urge to lick her skin, or bite it.

She simply giggled, and I grinned while twirling her around so that her face was at the same height as my own, (I had to hold her up by her thighs for this happen) and our faces were a short length away.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

"You're feeling very affectionate today, aren't you?" She wrapped her arms around my neck and, again, brought a strong warmth to my body.

"It's this bikini," I said, fingering the hem of the bottom piece suggestively. "It compliments you wonderfully."

I could see her chewing on the inside of her cheek while never letting her eyes leave mine. She flinched when I pulled away.

The group of men that were once sat in our current spot come out of the steam room glass door that sat to the side of the pool. The glass was steamed up completely, allowing no one to look inside.

I watched as they slipped into the pool and began to swim the length of it, before I turned my eyes back to Y/N, who had taken to keeping afloat on her back. If I was hearing correctly, she was humming to herself softly. I smiled without control.

"You having fun there?" I asked, and cautious not to sway herself too much, she turned to look at me. She smiled and nodded her head slowly.

I brought my hand down to her stomach and grazed it with my finger tips. I watched her eyes flutter closed and they didn't open until my skin stopped touching hers.

"Would my dear lady care to join me in a trip to the steam room?" I asked in an over-the-top posh voice. Y/N chuckled and pushed her feet down to the pool floor before nodding her head. I took hold of her arms and pulled her forwards as I waded backwards through the water. "Have you ever had sex in a steam room?"

"That's awfully risky, don't you think?" she replied, looking at me cautiously. "Isn't there a high chance you'd pass out due to lack of breath?"

"It wasn't an invitation, I was simply curious," I grinned and found the steps of the pool. Y/N's hand was clasped within my own as we stepped out of the pool.

To my secret pleasure, there was no one in the steam room. I let the wave of scorching air hit me in the face and send shivers down my spine. I took a large intake of breath and it felt as though no air succeeded in getting through to my lungs.

"What are the chances? It's as though someone wants us to have sex in here," I teased and her laugh echoes through the tiny room. I sat down on the marble bench that ran all the way around the room and I pulled her towards me. She sat on my lap and I let out a grunt at the pressure she put down on my cock.

However, she didn't stay there for long; she slid off of me and onto the bench. Her feet stay in my lap and I take a hold of her right one. Slowly, I let my fingers knead into it and she sighed with appreciation.

"That good?" I asked, watching her.
"Mhm," she murmured and rested her head on the bench.

Her hair was left in a damp tangle around her shoulder due to the water, the colour turning just a little bit darker. The skin of her face had tiny pink splotches in random places, but as she laid with her eyes closed, I thought she looked rather beautiful. Tiny moans would leave her throat and I'd chew on the inside of my cheek to refrain from accidentally doing the same.