Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

When the lights go out

sorry this one's short and kinda vanilla.

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When I was being pulled up the stairs of the house party and thrown into one of the many empty bathrooms with the boy I just met I realized what I did to get me in this very amusing position.

The alcohol I’d consumed and the music blasting through the speakers led me to dancing with the crowd of sweaty people, also dancing. I’d noticed a certain boy watching me move my hips and through a few songs I made eye contact but he had no intention of coming over and joining me.

He sat there with his friends, a group of both girls and guys, drinking from a brown bottle. I turned my head and continued to dance, moving into the crowd of people so he could no longer see and watch me. When the song ended I found my way out the opposite side of the crowd and went to refill my drink. Finding the bar I also found the boy from before sitting with his back towards me.

I walked up behind him, stretching one arm over his shoulder, putting my empty cup on the bar counter. My other hand went on his other shoulder and I pressed my body into his back. The bar attendant filled up my cup as I picked it up again and took a sip. My hand on the boy’s shoulder moved down across the back of his neck and down to hold onto the back of the bar stool he was sitting on.

“Are you gonna come dance with me or what?” I bent down to whisper in his ear, before moving away and walking back to the dance floor. I could feel his eyes on me as I continued to walk away and not look back. Swaying my hips a little too exaggerated I finally got to the crowd of people. Hands snaking their way onto my hips.

I moved further into the crowd as the boy didn’t take his hands off my hips following me through the people. I stopped and stepped back, our lower halves pressed against each others. I started swaying my hips to the music, dancing as I was doing before. I turned my head to look at him, laughing as I did so, I was definitely tipsy. I tipped my head back onto his shoulder as I felt his hands roll up my sides. One of his hands grabbed mine and pulled me out of the crowd before the song had even ended.

Now here I was, in the bathroom. I was lifted up to sit on the counter top as the boy stood between my legs. His hands on the sides of my thighs he kissed up my neck. I had one hand grabbed to the edge of the counter and the other in his hair when I let out a moan of pleasure. He found that spot that made my legs go weak and my knickers get damp.

I pulled his lips away from my neck and pushed my lips onto his own. Within seconds his tongue could be felt along my bottom lip and I opened my mouth inviting him in. The music could still be heard through the walls and floorboard, and I could start to feel him grind himself against me.

He pulled my legs further off the counter and pulled my skirt upwards. I pulled away from the intense kiss as he went back to kissing my neck and jaw. It was easy to push his jeans down his legs and now there were only two layers that separated us. The hand that was on the counter went to his collarbone, pushing him backwards laughing. But I had my legs wrapped around his bum so he couldn’t go far.

I lifted my bum off the counter and pulled the dress off me completely. Reveling the matching underwear that I put on just for this party tonight. He let out a groan and started to kiss my collarbones leaving marks as he travelled south to the tops of my boobs. I used my legs to pull him closer as I grinded myself again his bulge in his designer boxers.

I put my hands underneath me, as I lent backwards moving my hips harder and faster. The boy continued to kiss and mark my skin and I moved one of my hands to pull his lips to mine again. I couldn’t get enough and I needed to taste his lips again.

His hand was on my waist and his other was pulling down my bra, letting my boobs pop out as he fiddled around with them. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,”

“Then cum, I’m not gonna stop till you do.” It wasn’t a minute after that I came in my knickers. The wetness dripping down my thighs and getting both my knickers and the boy’s boxers damp. My head was thrown back and once I recovered I pulled the boy’s lips to mine again.

I unhooked my legs and he raced to the toilet to the side of us. Pulling himself out of the boxers and jerking himself a few times before he spilled into his hand. The rest dropping into the toilet, I got up off the counter and pulled my bra back to cover my boobs again and put my dress back on.

He came over to me again, pulling me to his lips with his hand at the back of my neck. “I don’t even know your name,”

“Justin,” he replied.

“Y/N.” Justin kissed me again and made me put his number in my phone and offered me a ride home, which I gladly took.