Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Frustrations

okay hi dis one is less sad so yw. ;-;

qotd :

what's your favorite song atm?

aotd :

night mime by melanie martinez

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Justin's P.O.V

I sighed for the hundredth time that night, feeling the lights and the atmosphere becoming too familiar after being there all day.

"I don't know," I said, finally taking my head off the table. "I can't feel any creativity," I felt my body was tense and my neck ached as I laid back in my chair. The air felt too hot around me.

"Justin, you should go home and get some sleep," Scooter said, sitting on the couch, looking relaxed compared to Justin whose hair was sticking up on end.

"No, I need to get something started before I go anywhere," I said, picking the pencil back up from across the table.

"You know what your main inspirations for songs are, use them. Tell me about them."

I took time to think, staring down at the piece of paper with scribbles all over it, and nothing else.

"[Y/N]," I said, already feeling a smile edge at the corner of my mouth, showing my teeth.

"What about her?" he asked.

"Everything, man," I said softly. "But I've already written hundreds of love songs about her. They're all just starting to sound the same," I huffed, feeling myself sinking again. I felt drained of any kind of creativity.

"Justin, maybe it's time to change direction. Find a new aspect about her that you can write about or something."

I hummed, thinking about her at home right now. Curled up in our bed, I hoped. Her skin would be warm and her breathing would be steady, unless I was there, then everything would be different. She'd be panting and writhing from underneath me, her slender fingers gripping our bedsheets. I chewed on my bottom lip to stop myself from grunting.

Then an idea came to mind like a blindfold had been taken from my eyes and I was finally able to think.

"Scooter," I said, turning in my chair. "I've got a direction. It'll be a little risky but I wanna do it," I took a deep breath and let my mind get to work.

[Y/N]'s P.O.V

Hearing the door unlock downstairs and the sound of shoes on the hard floor, I climbed out of bed and made my way through the darkness of the room and towards the stairs.

I saw Justin shrugging off his jacket as I reached midway down the steps, and I folded my arms when I felt the chill from the door being previously opened. Cold air touched every corner of the living room.

"Justin?" I mumbled, leaning against the banister. "What time is it?"

He sighed before pulling out his phone. It lit up his face and I noticed the frown on his face. I frowned too.

"Just gone midnight," he threw his phone down on the couch next to him and proceeded to slip his shoes off. "Why are you awake, anyway? You shouldn't have waited up," he moved across the room and into the kitchen, I let my foot hit the cold floor and leaned against the wall.

"I couldn't sleep." I said, and he didn't respond. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm. Just dandy," he said before taking a gulp of the beer in his hand. He stood against the counter and I simply watched him.