Justin Bieber Imagines | Book 1

50 - Distraction, not anymore

50 - Distraction

MATURE CONTENT

I was laying on my bed in only my sports bra and a pair of sweatpants. The homework papers were spread around me and the laptop was working on full speed. I had an assignment that was due in two days and I was only halfway done. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging the ends as I did. It didn't hurt more than the headache I had. And I thought I was hearing things when I heard knocking on the door to my balcony. I got up from my bed, looking out through the glass into the darkness. And I gasped out of fear when a face appeared in front of me.

There he stood, my dear boyfriend or no, not boyfriend because there was no title. I scowled at him before opening the door for him. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. I heard him take off his jacket and his shoes before he laid down onto the bed beside me, his hands immediately finding mine. He looked at me, his eyes roaming my face as I watched him. His brown eyes met mine, and it took a few seconds for him to attach his lips to mine. I hummed in response, my hands letting go of his before they ran through his hair, pulling at it, making him groan lightly.

His lips were soft as they left my mouth and made their way down to my neck and further on to the skin right above my breasts that was revealed by my sports bra. His hand ran up my side and once they reached the strap of my sports bra, he whispered against my lips: "Get this off." And I obeyed, pulling the sports bra over my head. I threw it to the floor and attached my lips to his again, his tongue fighting mine. I pulled at the hem of his shirt, wanting it off immediately and he got the hint. He sat up on his knees between my legs, pulling the shirt off his body, revealing the tattoos to me. The eagle on his stomach was huge and beautiful and so, so sexy.

His lips went straight to my chest, his lips leaving a hickey at the top of my breast. I scolded him, for giving me a hickey, and definitely not okay when he claims he doesn't want a title to us. The problem with Justin is that he has always been a 'womanizer'. All the girls at school wanted him, and they flirted with him, touched him and some of them even trying to kiss whenever they had the chance, but somehow he managed to turn them down and he'd always say:  "I'm taken" and he'd still say that even though he didn't want a title to us and it kinda pissed me off, but in the end I had him to myself, so I shouldn't complain.

I was brought back to the moment when Justin started tugging on my sweatpants. I lifted my hips, letting him pull them down my legs and reveal my light pink thong. I studied Justin's face as he looked down at me. His eyes met mine, his face inching closer to me and his lips brushing against mine, "so, so beautiful," he whispered and I blushed. So hard.

I leant up and attached my lips to his again, his tongue immediately finding mine. His hand ran from cheek and down my side to my ass where he squeezed it, making a moan escape my lips. My fingertips ran along the hem of his pants, giving him another hint and Justin caught it immediately. And soon enough, his pants were on the floor along with mine and his shirt and my sports bra. And I just wanted him, I wanted him so bad and it was like he could sense it. Justin's fingers hooked inside my thong, pulling them down and dropping them to the floor, his lips leaving a peck to my folds. I whined, wanting him to continue but I wasn't gonna get that.
His discarded his boxers before hovering back over me. "Straight to business, are we?" I smirked and Justin just smirked back, giving my lips a soft kiss.

"You got the pills, right?" He asked and I nodded, my lip between my teeth. I could sense him at my entrance and I was getting more and more eager for him to just start.
And I gasped, loudly as I felt him slide inside of me. His length filled me up, his ragged breath hitting my lips. He slowly pulled out and slid inside again, continuing this over and over. My fingernails dug into his bicep, and I was panting. Justin flexed his bicep under my hand, and I bit my lip as I held back a moan that was about to escape. "Moan for me, baby."

The moan escaped my lips as he hit a point. "Justin!" I gasped, feeling his lips attach to my collarbone and sure enough, he left another hickey and I'd have to make up an excuse for my mom tomorrow. She'd always notice them but she didn't know about Justin. That's why he always came through the door from the balcony and how he got onto the balcony, I have no idea.

"Mhm baby," Justin groaned into my shoulder, his teeth biting into my skin lightly and another moan left my lips because he was so good and I loved it and I loved it. It was all so good and I'd just wish he'd put an title to us.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to my high. Justin's thrusts became quicker and harder, his hand grabbing my breast as I made sure to leave some scratch marks on his back. He groaned when I pulled my nails down his back and up again, his teeth biting harder into my shoulder. And I moaned and Justin moaned, our breaths getting quicker and more ragged, his arms were starting to shake and I could feel myself reaching my climax.

"Oh my god!" I moaned loudly, not even caring if my mom heard. "Oh, Justin." Justin's hips met mine in a few hard thrusts before I felt him stop abruptly, and I could feel him fill me as he came. I moaned into the side of his neck as I came myself. His breath hit my lips before he pushed his lips against mine in a sloppy, yet soft kiss. His tongue met mine a few times before he pulled back, his forehead leaning against mine.

"That was..." he started. His breath still ragged as he tried to come down from the high we both just had.

"So good," I finished and smiled lazily, my lips meeting his in another sloppy kiss. Justin rolled off me and onto the bed beside me, his arms wide and his sweaty chest glistening in the weak light from my bedside lamp. He caught he breath before popping himself up on his elbow, looking down at me. He smiled, I smiled back. His eyes were beautiful and so was he. I loved him and I hadn't told him yet. I felt my heart skip a beat as he leant down to press another kiss to my lips. This one lasted longer, his tongue finding mine. His hand against my cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there. And I adored this guy. And he was mine.

"You know, we should put a title to this soon," I muttered against his lips as he pulled away.

"You think so?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I nodded, "mhm." And he kissed me again, his lips so soft I think if I was standing, my knees would go weak.

"Then let's do that," he said and smiled against my lips. I smiled back and pressed my lips his once again, my arms wrapping around his neck this time. I hugged him to me as we kissed, tongues fighting and teeth hitting because we both smiled widely. "I love you," he whispered. And I pulled away, looking him into the eyes.

"What?" I asked, not believing what I just heard.

"I love you," he chuckled as if I was having the wrong reaction. And I grinned widely, kissing him again.

"Say it again," I giggled.

"I love you, I love you and I love you," he repeated, with a grin that matched mine.

I giggled, hugging him tightly. "I love you too."

And he wasn't just a distraction anymore, he was my boyfriend and he was perfect and he was mine and there was finally a title. And hopefully other girls would keep off since he's officially mine now.
The rest of the night was spend kissing, hugging, laughing and maybe a bit more sex and definitely not any homework was done or whatsoever. I was just hoping my mom will be nice when we eat breakfast tomorrow.