Justin Bieber & Jason McCann Dirty Imagines

Sixteen (Cumming And Going) Justin Bieber

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

Opening the door, he saw the familiar sight of the girl’s room. The TV sat on the wall and faced the couch while the remote lay lifeless on the coffee table. It was the same coffee table he’d took her on just last week after a rather stressful day.
She was nowhere to be seen in his eye line. Once he’d scanned the room, Justin decided she must be upstairs.
With that, he threw his shoes off as quick as he could and jogged up the stairs. Eagerness was setting into his body.
He reached her bedroom and threw it open. He saw that she laid sprawled out on top of the covers with her phone in her hand.
“Justin? What are you doing here?” she asked with shock written across her face. She sat up and crossed her legs, that was when he noticed she was only wearing a T-shirt and her underwear. He also knew it was his T-shirt.
“I think you know why I’m here, [Y/N],” he said, moving closer. “We’ve been at this for long enough,” he chuckled and kneeled on the edge of the bed.
“You could’ve called,” she said.
“Then I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of seeing the shock on your face,” he grinned and finally, felt her touch. His hand ran up her thigh ever so slowly.
“Seriously, what are you doing here?” she asked, clearly not amused at his sudden showing.
“I’m here to get off,” he said, leaning down to press his wet, hot lips against her kneecap. “Since we’re exclusive fuck buddies, I was kinda hoping you’d help me out.” he sent her a cheesy smile before attacking her skin once again.
“I’d be down for it if you’d have called to tell me you were coming over,” she swatted his hand that was trailing up her right thigh.
“C'mon, princess,” he said. “I’ll eat you out with everything I’ve got, I’ll bite down and make your thighs shake, just how you like it,” he tempted her, and he could see the darkness in her eyes.
She huffed and he knew then, that he had her where he wanted her.
“You’ll be cumming around my cock soon enough and you won’t even have enough breath to complain about it,” he rasped against her leg before his lips connected with it.
He moved up her body and moaned when her hand fell into his hair. He enjoyed the sensation of her fingers untangling it.
His lips came level with her boobs that were hidden by the T-shirt. He kissed her left through the material before letting his teeth latch onto it. She gasped and it caused an overwhelming wave of arousal to rush through his groin.
The light of her room bouncing off of the white walls caused her skin to glow. He hummed against her nipple that was beginning to harden due to the pressure of his teeth and the warmth of his mouth.
“Justin,” she whispered while her eyes fell shut. Justin had become so used to the sight of her in such a state but it didn’t mean he didn’t find it beautiful.
“See? You’re already starting to warm up to it,” he said.
Instead of replying, she simply thrusted her hips up to meet his own. He held back a moan at the way she was needing him and instead, let his fingers dip into the material of her underwear.
“How shall we do this today?” he asked. “Do you want it fast and rough? Or slow and sensual?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” she said through a tightened jaw and he felt his dominance wanting to seep through his calm demeanour.
He hummed. “[Y/N]. Princess. You know very well that when you’re rude to me, you pay,” he mumbled, flicking a finger across her clit.
“Then make me pay,” she said with a hint of amusement in her tone. It irked him.
“How would you like it if I fucked you, came and left without you having your sweet release? I don’t think you’d have that smirk on your face,” he spat, roughly pressing his face into her neck.
She didn’t say anything then, but the smirk pulling at her lips was still there. Justin started to rub her clit from side to side with no remorse.
“Oh my God,” she muttered.  “Justin.”
“You like that? You do; you’re such a slut for pleasure,” he rasped. “You’re a slut for me, aren’t you?”
It was his turn to smirk down at her as his fingers continued to work. She pushed up against him and it caused his fingers to push into her wetness.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her shaped eyebrows furrowed and caused dents to appear on her forehead.
He could sense her getting more worked up and he enjoyed watching her as she actually believed she was going to get to cum at the work of his fingers.
“Please don’t stop,” she gasped, letting her hand grip his upper arm that was bulging due to his fingers pressing into her sensitive area.
“Oh, why would I want to do that?” he said, still grinning to himself as her eyes kept shut.
She was shaking and he could feel her clit pulsating against the pad of his fingers along with her juices spreading up the lengths of them. He had to hold back his moans as he caressed her. Also, he had to pull away before she came. He did and she whimpered.
“Why, Justin?” she huffed, finally opening her eyes to see him watching her with a dark spec in his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you up,” he said. “I might just decide to cum and go - I’ll leave you here on edge and you’ll have to use your own fingers to get off,” he moved down and pressed his lips against hers, feeling the warmth of them and wanting more.
“You do that,” she replied. “But next time you come here expecting sex without so much as a text, you can forget it,” she grinned but he could sense seriousness in her tone.
“Come on, baby. We both know I’d be able to sway you. Just like you can sway me,” he said, pressing his face into the crevice of her neck. “I’m crazy for you,” he muttered.
He was sure that she was grinning at this. He let his hands run over her thigh once again. His other hand, however, was busy taking a hold of the end of her shirt and pulling it up. She instantly helped and pulled it over her head. At this, Justin was pleased greatly.
He let his eyes stay firmly on her boobs as he moved closer to them. He took the right one in the palm of his hand while his lips paid attention to the left one. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked gently. His hand roughly groped the left.
“Fuck me,” she said, tugging at his hair, causing his head to be thrown to the side. He couldn’t help but growl.
As though something had taken over his body, he grabbed the hem of her underwear and practically ripped them off of her awaiting body. Then, he was quick to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his tattoos to her hungry eyes.
He almost couldn’t bare the loss of contact when he stood up to slip his jeans and boxers down his legs. But just as soon as he’d stood up, he was back to towering over her body.
“You want me inside of you, right?” he breathed heavy. His love for talking to her during these moments was clearly shining through as he muttered dirty things in her ear. “I want to feel you clench around me while I pound you. I know we share similar interests.”
His hard on pained him, and the sight of her boobs shining in the lift due to his lips made it seem impossible to hold on any longer.
“Fuck,” he said. “I can’t hold off fucking you,” he said more to himself than to her.
Taking a hold of his length, he positioned himself at her opening and didn’t hesitate to slam into her. They moaned in sync at the pleasure running through their bodies.
“Always so tight for me,” he whispered, thrusting his hips once more.
He felt her hands run up his chest and towards his arms. Her fingers dug into his skin but he was too distracted by how she felt around him to really be effected.
“God, Justin. Don’t stop,” she moaned, arching her back for him.
In that moment, he felt all of his angers and frustrations slipping out of his body. He felt pleasure replacing them, and he felt peace as he touched her soft skin.
It was becoming hot in her room but Justin wasn’t complaining.
“Fuck, you’re too good for me,” he muttered. He gripped her hips in his rough hands and squeezed.
The feeling in his lower body caused his hips to try and jolt forward to gain acces to even more pleasure. It made [Y/N] moan louder when he touched her g-spot with the tip of his dick and he grunted against the skin on her throat.
“Am I fucking you good?” he asked. “Tell me I’m treating you like you need to be treated. If you don’t, you’re not cumming,” he said breathlessly, running his hands up her sides.
“You’re doing me so good, you’re so big,” she said and bit down on her bottom lip. His ego rose high at her words, he couldn’t refrain from using more force behind his thrusts to show gratitude.
Pounding into her at an alarming rate, he couldn’t help but notice how the headboard of her bed slammed into the door whenever their hips connected.
“You turn me on so much, fuck,” he spat, feeling himself nearing the edge. “Are you close? You better be; I want you to cum with me.”
“I-I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered and scrambled to grab a hold of his body. He appreciated how hot her body was against his own.
He took advantage of her being distracted and let his thumb slide across to her clit. He pushed down on it the second he felt her clench around him, and he adored the way it caused her body to spasm in surprise.
“There you go, baby,” he rasped, feeling his own orgasm on the brink of taking over his body. “Holy shit,” he gasped as he felt his body shaking gently and his thrusts becoming unsteady.
Her hand found his hair once again and he moaned loudly; still feeling his high cooling down in his groin.
“Fuck,” he whispered, breathing heavily against her skin. “You’re so good,” he licked his lips and sighed.
“I must be if you keep coming back for more,” she chuckled, still trailing her hands through his hair.
It was silent between them for a while, besides from their heavy breathing. He pulled away from her and rolled onto his back, he flinched when the light hit his eyes.
“I’ve gotta get going,” he said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Call next time, yeah?”
“Yes, dear,” he smirked at her as he yanked his trousers up his legs before buttoning them. He ran his hand through his hair; pushing it out of his face.
“You just come and go, don’t you?” she said, still laying comfortably in her bed. She had her phone in her hand and she’d have looked exactly as she did when he’d arrived if she wasn’t naked.
“Quite literally, yes,” he chuckled, throwing his shirt over his head. He grabbed the door handle. “I’ll text you,” he said.
“Alright, cool,” she nodded in his direction.
“See you later, sweetheart,” he said before walking out of her bedroom.
And just like that, Justin was walking out of her house to resume his night; his batteries charged and his frustration gone. And for that, he was thankful to [Y/N].