Justin Bieber - collection of sex imagines.

Jealous justin (short)

quick one:

justin all ready to have a dance with you but....

When justin sees you with another guy in prom and hes like fuck? really? who is he? *gif*

pfft, he's confused as fuck.

Justin and I walked into the stadium; we were going to see the Miami Heat play in a basketball game. We sat in the front row on the court and Justin was very excited. He always got this way when we went to basketball games.

The game began and Justin's hand clenched together. I looked at them then back at the game, The Heat was losing. "COME ON!" Justin yelled. I giggled and watched Chris Andersen play, he was my favourite that day.

The Heat had one the game, they had a strong come back. The audience began to clear the stadium and Justin pulled me up, "Come on." He dragged me onto the court. "What are we doing?" I asked nervously. We walked up to the team and Justin began to talk to them.

I stood behind him shyly and watched as they spoke. Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around. Chris Andersen was standing in front of me. I gulped. "Hey." He said. "Hi.." I gushed. "I'm Chris, and you are?"

I smiled like crazy, "I'm y/n, I'm a big fan." "Wow, I've never had such a beautiful fan.." Chris told me. My heart raced and I stood there smiling, like an idiot. "Do you wanna see something cool?" He asked. I nodded and he leaded me up the stairs and into the control room.

I stood next to him as he began to fool with the controls. He turned the lights in the stadium down and then up, then he put a single spotlight at the center of the court. The whole team and Justin looked up at us.

Justin looked at me, confused and seemed sort of angry. I ignored it and Chris continued to show me the controls. "This is so cool." I gushed. Chris turned to me and smiled.

We walked back down to the court and Chris and I sat down in one of the seats as Justin continued to talk to the team. "How do you train?" I asked Chris. "Well, there's really nothing to it. Go to the gym, do your best, train, train, train... Eat well and a lot.." He laughed. I smiled and Chris put his arm up, flexing his muscles.

I gasped and smiled, clapping. I turned my head and noticed Justin was staring at us. I turned back to Chris, "What else?" "Well, actually.." Chris was about to show me more but Justin interrupted us, "y/n, we're leaving.."

"Aww, but Justin, Chris was just about to show me some more cool things.." I explained. Justin took my hand and pulled me up, "Come on, y/n." I didn't want to argue so I looked at Chris and waved, "Thank you!"

We got into the car and Justin drove, silently. "What's up?" I asked, looking at him. "You were all over Chris." Justin growled. "What? I was not." "You were, y/n. I saw you both." "Justin, I'm just his fan, we're not anything. Stop."

Justin didn't say a word the whole rest of the ride home. I got out of the car and walked in through the front door, setting my stuff down at the table.

I walked into the kitchen and Justin grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "What?" I asked. "If Chris had asked you to do stuff with you, would you have said yes?" Justin muttered. "Of course not." "I don't want you to do that with any other guy, I don't want some other guy impressing you. That's my job."

I giggled, "Justin.. You know you're the only guy for me." "I just don't want other guys getting the chance to take you away." Justin told me. "Babe.. Stop."

Justin picked me up and wrapped my legs around him and pushed me against the wall. "Justin.." I gasped. "Only I can do this to you." Justin smirked. I laughed and Justin slammed his lips onto mine.

The kiss became heated and Justin laid me down on the couch, laying down on top of me. I tore his shirt off and slid my hand down his chest and abs. We kissed. Justin took my shirt off followed by my shorts. We were soon naked. Justin continued to kiss me, "I love you.." We made love.