Justin's hand slid unconsciously over to my knee while we drove down the highway, his fingers tickling my jeans softly. I smiled to myself, staring ahead at the endless rows of cars and the beautiful sun set in front of us. The silence was comfortable, familiar, but it somehow seemed to provoke some kind of tension between us. We’d been dating for about two months now, still in that honeymoon stage of our relationship, unable to keep our hands off each other. But we still hadn't sealed the deal. Had sex, I mean.
I could tell Justin wasn't used to waiting so long. He would often try and mask his disappointment when I stopped our heated make out sessions, afraid of taking it too far. It wasn't that I didn’t want to have sex; it was just that I was a virgin, and I was scared of Justin.
It sounds ridiculous, and maybe there's something wrong with me. Justin's that bad boy every girl would love to get her hands on, and I'm lucky enough to have him. But I’m intimidated by his experience, by his sexual experience. I trust him completely but somehow I feel like he might not appreciate my virginity in the same sense that I do.
I was relieved of my thoughts when I felt Justin's hand creep further up my thigh. My cheeks burned scarlet at the irony of his timing, and I gently nudged his hand away. “Eyes on the road, Justin,” I smirked.
Justin sighed, placing both of his hands back firmly on the wheel. I noticed the twitch in his jaw, the squint in his eyes, and I knew he was aggravated.
“We’re almost home, babe, can’t you wait till then?” I asked.
The car jolted forward suddenly as Justin sped us down the road, weaving through traffic. I clung to the door, my heart dropping. My palms were sweaty while I watched the look on his face, determined to get us home. I’d made a mistake by asking him if we could wait. Now he expected it.
“Justin, slow down!” I said. “Last thing you need is to get pulled over by the cops,”
“What do you mean the last thing I need?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
“With the media and stuff, I’m sure-”
He scoffed, turning around a corner all while barely slowing down. “Right, because if anybody should get a speeding ticket in Believe 3D it must be Justin Bieber.”
My mouth dropped open and I rolled my eyes. “God, no that’s not what I meant, what’s wrong with you? Why are you suddenly so angry?”
He ignored me, pulling into the driveway of my small loft and turning off the car. I stared at him while I took off my seatbelt and tried to figure him out. “Justin…”
“Would you stop saying my name like that?” he snapped. “Like you pity me or… like you’re more mature than me.”
I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. I had no idea where this outburst was coming from, and although I knew Justin could be moody sometimes, the majority of our relationship he had been nothing short of sweet and understanding.
When a minute of silence passed and Justin saw that I was at a loss for words, he got out of the car and walked into my house. I sighed and grabbed my purse, following him. I wasn’t exactly sure how to fix the situation, other than maybe making him an amazing meal and talking it over, but this fight seemed somehow different than the others.
Inside, I found Justin sitting on the edge of my bed, clicking through the channels on the TV. I stood in the doorway, watching his gorgeous features and wondering how I got so lucky. I could tell he knew I was standing there, but didn’t acknowledge me.
I went over and sat beside him, our arms rubbing together and as usual, causing a chill to go down my spine. “Justin,” I said quietly, “please tell me what’s wrong.”
He pursed his lips and turned off the TV, looking down at his hands. He looked like he was trying to find the words and I let him think for a moment, before he turned to look at me. “Why won’t you have sex with me?”
“What?” I brought my hand to my mouth to cover the embarrassing smile I was beginning to show.
Justin shrugged and ran a hand through his unruly hair. “Every time things get heated, you’re always the one to stop and push me away.”
I sighed and held his hand, urging myself to tell him the truth. I was prepared for him to laugh, to be repulsed and walk out, but I couldn’t keep this from him anymore.
“Justin, I’d love to have sex with you,” I started. “But I’m really, really nervous.”
Confused, Justin rubbed my hand with his thumb comfortingly. “Why would you be nervous?”
“Because I’m a virgin.”
He froze, his eyes boring into mine and trying to figure me out. “How?” he sputtered. “There’s… Why?”
I bit my lip and let go of his hand. “I’ll understand if you want to break up with me, or something.”
“But you’re twenty-one!” he said.
I glared at him. “Yeah, I’m aware.”
“I just mean…” Justin struggled with his words. “You’re so… You’re unbelievably beautiful!”
“Justin,”
“And you’re an amazing person! You’re so charming, smart and incredibly generous,”
“What’s this got to do-”
“I just mean that how is it possible you’re a virgin? I thought for sure you were more experienced than me.”
I gaped at him, my cheeks burning. “What? You thought I was more experienced than you?”
He nodded, his lips turning into a smile. “You’re so much more mature than me, and the rest of the boys, Y/N, I thought you kept turning me away because you thought I was so… immature.”
I laughed and suddenly wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent and closing my eyes. “I can’t believe you thought I was more experienced than you. I think I should be insulted but I’m incredibly flattered,”
He squeezed me, his hand rubbing my back. “So you kept turning me away because you were… afraid?”
I leaned back and looked at him again. “Well, I thought you would laugh at how inexperienced I was and just go to another girl.”
He frowned, his expression turned sad. “Why on earth would I ever leave you over something that stupid?”
“I dunno,”
Justin tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You know how special you are, don’t you, Y/N?”
I looked at him, drinking in his compliments and wanting so badly to kiss him.
“I’d do anything to make your first time as equally special,” he said softly.
I stared at this amazing boy in front of me, with his messy black hair and his sleeve of tattoos, and wondered if the rest of the world knew how sweet he was, underneath his bad boy persona.
“And I’d love for my first time to be with you,” I replied.
We looked at each other, knowing that this was it. This was the perfect time, with both of our hearts out on the table and nothing to lose. I was nervous, scared and excited all at once. But all of my nerves vanished once Justin leaned in and pressed his lips on mine.
He was delicate with me, taking his time with his kiss and tangling his fingers in my hair. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and losing myself in him. Justin's mouth curled into a smile on my lips and he laughed softly.
“What is it?” I muttered, still slightly dazed from his kiss.
“You’re just funny, is all.”
“Funny?” I groaned. “This is the worst time ever to be funny. I’m trying to be-”
“Don’t try anything,” Justin said, sliding his hand on my thigh. “Just be natural.”
“Natural,” I repeated.
He leaned in again. “Relax,”
I nodded, kissing him again and this time listening to his advice. I completely forgot about what was about to take place, and instead just let the moment happen.
Justin kissed me more urgently as he pulled me up with him, so we were standing in front of the bed. His fingers tickled my sides while he gently lifted my t-shirt over my head. I wasn’t self-conscious, not with Justin. My plain black bra didn’t embarrass me as it normally would have; instead I felt all the more attractive in his arms. His lips trailed down my jawline to my neck while his hands worked on my bra. My own hands danced on the back of his neck, playing with his soft hair.
I didn’t even realize that he had removed my bra until his fingers starting kneading my breasts. I let out a small breath of air and opened my eyes, startled at his touch. Justin really knew what he was doing, and even though I was enjoying the moment, I was thankful he was taking the lead.
This time I was the one to remove his shirt, revealing his tanned, tattooed skin and subtle abs. I traced my fingers over his body, feeling him flinch at my touch. I looked up and saw the sly smirk on his face. It was so sexy I suddenly had to urge to pounce on him right then and there. But we were taking it slow, and that’s how I wanted it.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, cupping my face with his hands before kissing me again.
His body pushed mine back onto the bed, and we slid up so that my head was on the pillow. He lay between my legs, planting kisses all over my neck. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips as his touch tickled my skin. My hands were gliding softly up and down his back until he moved down between my legs while looking at me for approval.
I nodded, allowing him to unbutton my jeans and help me wiggle out of them. He pulled my underwear down with them, the cool air hitting me sharply and causing me to bite my lip. My emotions were suddenly riding a rollercoaster, and I was feeling overwhelmed with desire. I watched Justin lick his lips slightly, pushing my legs open and glancing up at me.
“You’re pretty wet babe,” he smirked.
“Justin, please,” I surprised myself by gasping, wanting his touch so badly.
He grinned adorably before facing my core. His arms hooked under my legs, stabling me while his kiss trailed down the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my center. My breath hitched in my throat when his lips landed on my clit suddenly, and the sensation drove me crazy. My fingers tangled in his hair and I closed my eyes, relaxing into his touch.
His tongue slowly made circles on my bundle of nerves, going in mesmerizing patterns. He moaned into me, and I echoed his noises back to him, my chest beginning to heave. Justin's tongue started working faster, occasionally licking up and down my slit and teasing my entrance. But he went back to my most sensitive nerve bundle, working me into a sweat.
“Oh god, Justin-” My body reacted in a way I’d never known; I thrust my hips forward, wanting more friction. He obliged, eagerly pleasuring me into complete bliss.
He moaned once more and I felt it, the tingle up my spine and the warm feeling taking over my body. Finally his tongue worked at its’ fastest, most talented routine and I gasped. My grip tightened in his hair but he barely flinched, and my hips bucked forward before he pushed me back down.
“Fuck!” the profanity flew out of my mouth before I could stop it and my vision went blank. All I felt in that moment was a pleasure that was even more intense due to my love for Justin. His hands massaged my thighs while I breathed out soft moans, coming down from my high.
My hands fell beside me on the mattress and my legs slackened in Justin's arms. He kissed my core one last time before crawling back up my body, releasing my legs and kissing my forehead. His fingers pulled the hair from my face while he stared down at me with gorgeous brown eyes, which had darkened from lust.
“I love watching you lose control like that,” he said with a smile.
I blushed, kissing him before speaking. “Let me do it to you-”
“No,” he said, despite the growing erection in his pants. “Tonight is about you, and your first time.”
My fingers grazed his biceps. “But I want to,”
“Next time,” he winked. “Let me make love to you, Y/N.”
I didn’t respond, instead I just nodded and waited for his next move. Justin inched out of his pants, throwing them to the ground and pulling out his erect penis. I stared at it, taking in its length and biting my lip. I could feel myself growing wetter despite the nerves that came through me. I reached over to my night table and pulled out a condom, handing it to him. He looked at me, and gave the package back.
“You do it,” he said.
I nodded and ripped open the package. Teasingly I reached out and pumped him once, slowly, and I saw the growl ripple through his chest. Finally, slowly, I rolled the condom on with ease and smiled to myself, proud.
Zayn held himself above me while I spread my legs. He positioned himself at my entrance and stared down at me, his eyes stern but focused.
“This is going to hurt, Y/N,”
“I know,” I sighed.
“Tell me if I should stop, okay?”
I nodded before he began to push himself inside me. It definitely wasn’t difficult given how wet I was, but rather because I was so tight. I felt myself stretching for him, and squeezed my eyes shut at the burning sensation of my hymen widening. Justin kissed me, trying to distract me from the pain. It helped, his fingers playing in my hair while he entranced me with his lips.
Once he was all the way in me, he stopped, looking down at me. I stared at him, breathing heavily. The pain was a constant throb but it was bearable.
“You okay?” he muttered.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Go.”
Slowly he began to thrust and I bit my lip, trying hard not to let a tear fall from my eyes. Justin noticed my distress and began kneading my nipples in his fingers, and the sensations were enough to pull me away from the pain. He kissed my collarbone and buried his face in my neck.
The pain had subsided enough for me to begin enjoying the feeling of Justin inside me. I could tell he wanted to go faster, and I was certain my tightness was pushing him over the edge. I wanted him to lose control like I had earlier, so I squeezed his biceps and raised my legs, wrapping them around his waist.
“Faster, babe,” I said.
He looked at me but I nodded reassuringly. Justin smiled before kissing me again and thrusting into me at a slightly faster rate. I could feel him hitting something inside me that wanted to let go, but it just wasn’t happening.
I enjoyed watching Justin's face crumple into pleasure, his hair clinging to his forehead. Again he buried his face in my neck, and then I felt his finger reached down and rub circles on my clit. I gasped, loving it.
Justin's thrusts were getting faster, and although the pain was still a factor, it wasn’t as noticeable. His finger kept me occupied, somehow rubbing faster while he began to lose himself. His thrusts were sloppy while I felt him twitching inside me, and finally he groaned out.
“Oh, shit,” he gasped. I felt his seed filling the condom, and it was an incredible feeling. I reached another high from his finger alone while I watched his own orgasm take him. I moaned loudly, closing my eyes and enjoying another wave of pleasure.
Moments later we had both been spent, gasping and struggling for air. Justin pulled out of me, slowly, and another sharp pain hit me once more until he was out of me completely. It was weird; despite the unpleasant stretching and burning sensations I experienced, I felt so empty without him in me. We had finally made love, and I never wanted to stop.
Justin kissed my forehead before rolling over and lying beside me, keeping an arm draped over my stomach. I stared into his perfect, lust driven eyes and smiled bigger than I had in a while.
“That was incredible,” I murmured. “You are incredible.”
His finger drew lazy circles on my skin while he smiled. “You were amazing, Reema. I’m so proud of you.”
I rolled my eyes and poked him. “Next time, I’m in control.”
His eyes widened before he pulled me into his chest, cuddling me. “Wow, after one session of love making you’re already an expert.”
Laughing, I kissed his tattoo. “Next time, we’re not making love, we’re fucking.”
His chest rumbled while he laughed, and I closed my eyes, never wanting to leave this spot
