Dirty Justin Bieber Imagines

Paint the Scenery of Your Mind

Y/N's point of view:

The grass was ticking my bare legs when I laid there and looked how clouds formed cute figures in the sky. "Have you ever thought about would it be possible that someone is shaping those cloud up there?" I turned my head to ask my boyfriend

He was sitting a few meters away from me and doodling something like always. "I don't know..." he mumbled which showed me that he wasn't probably even paying attention on my words. "You should, you're an artist" I rolled my eyes and turned on my stomach. My gaze locked on that handsome boy in front of me

He looked so cute when he was so focused on his work. "Can I see it when it's ready?" I asked smiling and could see a light blush cover his cheeks. "Not this time, sorry" he mumbled and continued drawing.

"Why?" I asked a little suprised because usually he had always accepted me to look at them since I was usually the model of his works. "It's a little personal, I want keep this just myself" he answered without looking at me

He had been acting so closed and distanced last few days that it had made me already think if our love was burning out little by little. What if he had new? What if he was right now just thinking those words, how he could cut this relationship without giving scars to neither of us?

"Justin, do you love me?" those four words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. His body tensed a bit from my question and his gaze raised on my level. "Yes, of course. Why are you asking something like that, baby?" he asked me before he put his sketch book a side

He moved closer to me and put his hands over my cheeks before his deep brown eyes locked on mine. "You know that I love you to the moon and back. Nothing could make me stop loving you. Nothing" he said and kissed me softly. I smiled weakly back but couldn't still face his gaze completely because I didn't know, what was really going on

There was something, there has to be something, I repeated in my head. Secrets which he was keeping from me and all those secrets were hiding in that sketch book of his

I tried reach it but Justin grabbed it quickly himself. "My property" he said and kissed me one more time before he stood up from the grass and walked inside the house. A long sigh came out of my mouth, before I followed him

He laid on the couch. His sketch book laid on the kitchen table out of his sight. Since e wasn't looking after it and I couldn't nothing to my curiousity, I grabbed it quickly and walked to our bedroom before he notice my crime. I locked the door behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed before I opened the book

So many beautiful drawings and paintings or their calm colors made my every sense open. I had always liked it how he put his all energy and love to his works. There was always some story behind them all but there was still one story to figure out

I turned the last page, and I bit my lower lip gently. Damn, I mumbled myself

I ran my fingers against the just draw picture of a girl who was laying on her stomach against the grass naked and looking the viewer intensively. I could connect all those features to myself which he had tried to make on my face. Eyes, nose, mouth... just like a photograph of me but even more detailed

I followed the curves which he had drew for me. Even he had ever had chance to feel them, they looked more than good for a starter. I touched my own waist and run my hand against me over my thighs. Suddenly someone interrupted me

"Y/N, are you there? Have you seen my sketch book? I left it on the kitchen table" Justin asked from the other side of the door and knocked one more time, before I went to open it for him

Justin stormed in like a thunder. "Have you seen my sk-" His eyes locked on the notebook which belonged to him. He bit his lip when he realized that he had got just exposed. "Y/N, that's not what you think. I-"