Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

he's crazy

OKAY I HAVE DECIDED, FIVE+ VOTES FOR A NEW UPDATE, ANDDDDD DRUM ROLL PLEASE..... I'm going to start doing a qotd!!! So, for a double update I would like to get 3+ aotd's. (:

question of the day :

what's one pet name you hate?

answer of the day :

"honey" ew.

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You bite your lip nervously as you knock on Justin’s door, your heart beating furiously.

When Justin found out you’d never smoked in your life, he was determined to change it and invited you over today. You’d agreed, knowing you were breaking so many rules but it was all worth it as long as you got to hang out with Justin, your best friend. You knew he got all touchy when he was high, but you didn’t care. You secretly wanted him to touch you, hell, to do more than that. Not that he felt the same way, having a different girl on his arm whenever he could manage.

Your breath catches short as he opens the door, a smile lingering on his lips. Those pink, plump lips you only dreamed of kissing. “Hey,” he greets you, opening the door wider for you to step in.

“Hi,” you murmur, the entire situation making you nervous.

Justin notices and he only smiles. “Let’s go to my room,” he nods his head toward the stairs.

You follow after him, fully aware that his parents weren’t home and he was shirtless. Holy shit, you think, as your eyes trail over his back and down toward his ass, his black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. As soon as you’re in his room, you sit on his bed, waiting for whatever he was going to make you do.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never smoked a joint in your entire life,” Justin shakes his head, taking out a small bag of weed from his drawer, a box, and something else that you’d never seen before.

“I never saw why people did it,” you shrug, throwing your shoes off.

“Oh, you’ll see today,” he assures you, an excited glint in his eyes.

“Alright show me,” you smile. Just being with Justin made you relax and you knew he’d never do anything that would hurt you. “How do we start?”

Justin looks at you and laughs. “Well calm down babe, rolling a joint is a skill. It can’t be rushed,” he winks at you. Your insides jump. He’d called you babe before but every time it made you weak.

“Okayyy,” you drag.

“Come here,” he tells you, again bringing you back downstairs, things in hand. He drops the things on the table, patting the seat next to him. “Alright so first thing I'ma do is I’m gonna take one of these,” he tells you, much slower than he had to, while taking a thin piece of paper from the box and showing it to you. “I like to fold it in half to make a cylinder shape. See this little part?” he shows you a part that has something like glue on it. “Well that’s what’s gonna keep our joint together. Now I’m just gonna take some of these,” he mutters while taking a few nuggets from the bag of marijuana and putting it into the round box thing. You realize now that he uses it to crush the weed. “And I’m gonna crush ‘em up.”

His hands move clockwise and counter clockwise repeatedly, grounding it’s contents before he spills it out onto the table. You can smell it now, the pungent aroma making the hair on your arms stand. Justin looks at you, smirking.

“What?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t get feisty on me,” he chuckles, going back to his job. “Now I’m gonna put it all in this piece of paper,” he says seriously, “and once everything’s in I’m just gonna roll it with my fingers until it’s all even.” You watch as he makes fluid, quick movements. This was obviously something he’d done many, many times and just the thought of Justin smoking turned you on. More than it should have. “Shit I forgot the filter,” he mutters.