Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

holding back - Jason McCann pt one

Puffs of cloudy smoke stunk fills my nostrils. I glare at him as he plops himself next to me on the couch. Jason was the type of guy to get his way with things even if i disagreed.

I continue to hold my breath. He notices the look on my face. He chuckles lowly and plants a sloppy kiss on my forehead. “Jason, stop smoking it around me, you know i hate it.”

“Mhmm,” he replies as he folds his eyes away from reality.

I turn my head to take a good look at his features, his eyes look gentle as a feather, complexion crisp and clear. Soon his eyes form into a single line and wrinkles appear in the corner of them. He notices me staring and grins.

He waves the blunt in my face, “one puff?”

He stares directly in my eyes instantly melting them and forms a quirky smile. I stare at it for a while and without thinking i take it from his fingers.

I inhale the drug between my red stained lips. I feel Jason’s stare at the corner of my eye. I turn to look at him and as i knew he was smiling deeply as if he conquered something huge.

He quickly flicks his eyes to my lips. I give him a confused look. As if reading my facial expressions he half laughs. I realised he wanted his blunt.

“Oh” I reply and I start to cough, almost violently.

He takes the drug back in his fingers.

I look right towards the large shiny tv screen. The way the clear and smooth surface of the glass grabs my attention. I continue to stare blankly at the screen.

My eyes soon start to deceive me. The faint imagine of what seems to Jason and I walking hand in hand plays in front of me. I start to panic.

“It’s the drug taking its effect”, i whisper to myself.

I shut my eyes tightly, so tight that i feel tears start at the corner of my eyes. My mind starts to drop and wonder. I was standing at roof top of the apartment building and i continue to walk against the edge. I use all my might, i clutch my hands tightly and try to stop myself from walking any further.

I hear a faint moan.

I am standing still, i feel the wind against my face, it continues to blow against my skin. I hear the moan again. I snap out of my daydream and my head turns towards my boyfriend.

His pink lips are slightly parted, dark eyebrows slanted and eyes shut.

I take a look down to see my right hand placed tightly upon his manhood. I quickly retract my hands and clutch them close towards my chest, almost as if i had committed a crime and started pray for forgiveness.

“Do that again,” he barely says, as he wanders his hand into mine and slowly places it back.

I sit there, still in stock. I lower my eyes and blankly stare at the my hand, unable to think or move. As if my hand had a mind of its own, it grabs him. He groans in response. I shut my eyes.

“Open your eyes, don’t be scared Y/N.” I slowly peak through and realise what i was doing. I grab him again and feel him hardened in my hands.

Jason puts the blunt off and puts it down on the brown coffee table on his right beside the couch.

Soon, Jason’s large hands grabs my waist and places me on his lap. He starts to run his hands on my back beneath my singlet. I feel his hands go lower and harshly grab my butt.

“Do you feel that beneath you?” he whispers directly in my ear.

I can feel his breath, warm and smooth against my ear. I wrap my legs around his waist and whimper in response.

I could feel his bulge right under my womanhood. Jason grabs my butt and moves my hips making the problem in my lower half worsen.

“J-ason.” A moan slips from my lips.

He starts to place dainty kisses on my neck, below my ear. He continues to guide my hips at a steady pace.

“Oh my go-d,” i start to feel a strange feeling dancing into my lower stomach.

He puts his right hand between our bodies and unbottons my denim shorts. I get a message in my head to tell him to stop but i get another message taking over my actions, instead i moan his name. I feel his fingers rub over panties, right on my sensitive area.

“You’re wet babe,” he continues his way into my heat and slides his large middle finger into my clit.

He starts back to sucking on my neck, I gasp in response. I wanted to feel more. My fingers lightly grab onto his hair, tugging it, almost asking for him to deepen his movements.

As if he can read my mind again, he ghostly whispers in my ear, “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

He stops his actions and lays me on the couch. He places his knees in between my legs. He supports himself on his knees and pulls his t-shirt over his head. He quickly returns back and tugs my shorts down, chucking them on the clear tiled floor.

He rubs his middle finger through my panties. I instantly jolt my hips up.

He stares at me with hunger.

Without any warning he slams his finger in. I almost cry out. I swear i could feel tears tickling in my eyes. He continues his movements not slowing down. I clutch onto the couch, my fingers forcefully gripping the couch.

The feeling is intense, my head dizzy, my eyes closed, i could feel my stomach tangling in knots. My legs let go and so does my body. I open my eyes and they instantly meets his.

“Enjoy it?” He casually asks me as he sucks on his dripping finger, which i assumed was inside of me seconds ago.

“what are you doing?”

“You taste so divine Y/N.”

I stare in disgust. My eyes narrow at him.

“You’re craz-“

He shuts me off and forcefully kisses my mouth. I taste myself, it tastes salty. I instantly push against his hard chest. Hating the taste i wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

“You mad babe?” He glances at me as he holds a brand new blunt in his hand. I didn’t have a proper answer, this whole thing all too new to me. He chuckles lightly at my worried expression.

“I went easy on you, next time don’t expect me to hold back.”