Justin Bieber & Jason McCann Dirty Imagines

Nine (Wet Dream) Justin Bieber

EVERY IMAGINE IN THIS BOOK IS NOT MINE SO CREDITS GO TO WHOEVER OWNS THIS.

“Here,” you pat repeatedly on your lap “lay your head here.”

Justin thinks about your request for a long second. I mean you were best friends for nearly 5 years, since you started high school together. Justin and you had been this close before, hell, you guys had held hands, played as a fake couple once even just to piss off this guy who wouldn’t stop asking you out. What was the big deal?

Justin narrows his eyes at your nearly bare legs. He coughs awkwardly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine,” you say as you grab a your jacket which was slung around the arm rest on placed it over your legs. “Is that better?”

Justin doesn’t say a word. He sighs as he places his head on your lap, feeling his head fall into a comfortable state. “I’m so tired,” he yawns out.

After beauty and the beast finished you yawn yourself, feeling your head spin a bit. You were tired as well. You wanted to hit the sacks already.

You hear a stir below. You see justin’s lips pouted as he began to shuffle his head around a bit. You suddenly hear a faint whimper come from the boy below you.

You stiffen at the erotic sound. You feel a tingle between your legs. Why was he making you feel this way? You had thought Justin was attractive, you always have, but you never imagined justin would turn you on in any shape or form.

You watch as he begins to move around. You see his eyebrows creasing, his teeth taking his pink pouty lips.

You feel heat start to rise in your lower stomach. You wanted to know what he was dreaming about, what his sexual fantasies were, you wanted to know what turns him on or in this case, what was turning him on.

You hear his breathing increase into small pants. You watch with wide eyes as he reaches a large hand and slowly brushes across his manhood. You squeeze your thighs together, beginning to feel your core drip at the sight.

You see his bulge growing, a strong sight of his member pushing roughly around his tracksuit bottoms, making the bulge obvious as ever. “y-y/n,” he pants out, almost in the breathlessly whiney voice, which travels straight to your dripping core.

You suddenly begin to feel the tightening feeling in your lower stomach bubble up into a stronger, more intense feeling that now, needed to be taken care of. You wished you could slip a finger between your legs, past your flimsy shorts and straight into your awaiting heat to help ease the aching between your legs.

Justin suddenly stirs in his sleep, waking up from his wet dream, eyes blown wide to reality and to what was happening right now. He took a while to figure out what was happening. He could make out what happening when he could feel the restriction feeling on his lower part of his body and the soft heavy breathing coming from you.

“I-” justin’s pupils are wide in shock as he glances to you, “I’m sorry-i didnt know-sorry if i made you uncomfortable,-”

You do nothing but hurry in slipping a finger up your shorts, flinging your jacket, which was covering your legs and used as a support pillow for justin’s nap, on the ground.

Justin doesn’t move. He simply stays quiet, almost surprised that you were turned on from his actions and not creeped out or anything. “You’re so w-wet, jesus Y/N,” justin breathes out in astonishment, eyes eagerly watching at how easily you could slip a finger in your heat.

You began to pump your finger in a faster pace, wanting to quickly relieve the stress justin had made you have just from watching him rub himself. You really needed this you thought to yourself. You couldn’t remember when the last time you had orgasmed or had any sexual relief. You, at this point, didn’t care whether Justin was going to look, help you out or if he was turned off by your desperate and sloppy actions, you just wanted to get rid of the bubbling feeling in your stomach.