Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Song of the chapter:
Cold by Maroon 5

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Everything happened so quickly. It was as if my wish was Justin's immediate command. Whatever I wanted, he gave without any hesitation.

We barely made it out of the car before he shoved me up against the side of it and started kissing me hard. His hands were so greedy and lustful. It was everything I had been waiting for and craving. The pads of his fingers sunk into my hips to hold me in place, causing me to moan involuntarily into his mouth. The soft nighttime breeze danced around us while our lips attacked each other's ruthlessly. For the second time that night, I felt like I was in a movie.

Justin wasted no time to hoist me up and wrap my legs around his waist in order to carry me inside in the quickest of ways. He departed his lips from mine in order to see where he was going exactly, but he still managed to keep his eyes directly on mine. Though we didn't kiss, our lips continuously touched and our staggered breaths for air meshed repeatedly.

The high I was experiencing was incredible, and I wasn't talking about the one from the prescription pill that I had taken at the party. Sure, I felt loosened up a bit, but Justin's lips were a drug with a much higher potency.

Before I could actually process what was going on in its entirety, I was being pushed up against Justin's front door to his apartment. He dropped me so that my feet finally touched the ground and as soon as they did, his angsty lips were forcing themselves on mine again.

I listened as he fumbled for his keys in his pants pocket. I very much wanted him to hurry up with them because even though I was out of my element, I knew what I wanted from Justin. I knew it all along. Any nerves I ever had about Justin quickly subsided.

The sound of his keys missing the lock over and over filled my ears along with the sound of Justin's deep groans into my mouth. A rush of chills moved down my body when he finally opened the door and guided me through, biting my bottom lip hungrily in the process. Suddenly I was lifted off my feet again and being carried to the place that I couldn't deny that I wanted to go.

My back hit the doorframe to his bedroom, and Justin pushed himself into me harder. I could feel him in between my legs. I couldn't deny just how badly I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted him as close as humanly possible.

I tugged at the collar of his shirt and then the sleeves, attempting to rid him of his clothes. I eventually succeeded in removing his shirt, exposing his tattooed upper half to my selfish gaze.

"Take your shirt off," Justin mumbled into my lips, pulling me away from the wall a little so I had a chance to. Instead of tipping backwards, he supported my back which allowed me to do what I was told without falling. "Don't worry, I've got you."

I obeyed his commands by peeling the tight white shirt off of my body. The maroon bralette I wore was thankfully, and coincidentally, one of my favorites. Mentally, I thanked myself for choosing that one and the matching underwear as well. It was as if I knew all of it would happen. After all, it was almost certain when I was with Justin.

His eyes wildly ran over my chest, appearing unable to look at me enough. I guided his head towards me, showing him that I wanted him to kiss the skin there. My fingers dug into his back out of complete pleasure, which caused Justin to moan even more into my skin.