Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Dont be mad at me daddy

not sure if ive posted this one??

"Daddy needs you, be ready for me upstairs, princess x"

A burning sensation stirred in my core as my eyes scanned over the photo Justin had sent me. Clearly preoccupied, the slightly blurred and quickly shot image displayed his hardened crotch. Judging by the time, he was still in a meeting; only making my temperature rise, the idea of him getting caught turning me on, slightly.

Standing from the couch, I exhaled loudly and made my way to the bedroom, knowing there would be consequences if I didn't comply with his request. As my bare feet padded towards my drawer tailored specifically for these moments, I chewed on my bottom lip whilst deciding on which set would be appropriate.
Settling on my burgundy babydoll and thong, I headed for the bathroom so that I could see myself in the mirror.

I had fifteen minutes until Justin was scheduled to be home, fifteen minutes to prepare myself for what was to come.
Deciding against tying my hair up, I let my curled locks frame my face; Justin preferred it when he had something to pull on.
Three minutes on the clock.

I grinned to myself and chose to disobey Justin's orders, I found myself walking back down the stairs.

Leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I waited patiently and anxiously for my boyfriend's arrival. I'd never really gone against what he'd said before, who knows what he'd come up with.

The door clicked and my heart jumped. Justin's took three steps before noticing my presence, eyes widening for a split second.

"Hey baby," I smirked.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me upstairs?"

His voice was raspy and deep, something that came naturally to him yet I'm positive it was emphasised when he was aroused. I loved it.
"Don't be mad, daddy," I pouted.

"You disobeyed me, (Y/N)," He spoke, hands now on the small of my back, "That's extremely naughty of you. Now, what should I do with you first?"

I tried to suppress my grin, continuing to look up innocently at him, I knew it was something that got to him.

"Fuck," He whispered, looking away for a moment; composing himself.

I continued to stare up at him, his features mesmerising. I watched as his jaw clenched, he was awaiting a response that I wasn't going to give, "Well?"
Silence.

His brow raised, "Should I fuck you, first? Hm? Should I make you suck my cock for being so disobedient? Or should I put you over my knee and spank you for not listening to me?"

I whimpered, he noticed. With every word he spoke, he pulled me closer so that I was now flush against his chest.

Justin's lips met with my neck once, before he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, I squealed as I was locked in his grasp; uncertain of what was about to happen.

Kicking the door open with his foot, he sat down on the bed and held me so that I was laid over his lap.

"You know, I should spank you for an hour for disrespecting my wishes. But, you've been a good girl and got yourself dressed for me, so for that, I will only give you ten."

Pulling my thong down, I gasped quietly as the air hit my core. "Count,"

His hand came down on my ass and I jumped,

"One,"

"Properly."

Again, he spanked me, "Two, daddy."