Justin Bieber Imagines

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Imagine Justin's strong hands sliding up your shirt, feeling every accent and curve of your body. He leans down and your faces are so close you feel your face heat up with anticipation of his next move. He tugs your shirt over your head and undoes the clasp of your bra. He slides his hand down your chest, between your breasts, under your ribcage until he finally reaches your underwear. Slowly and carefully he shimmies the flimsy fabric off of your hips and down your legs, kissing the skin as it becomes visible to him. He lifts your leg and kisses down your thigh, to your knee where he continues sloppy wet kisses down your shin, not leaving any part of your skin untouched. You watch his arm muscles tense and flex and the veins in his neck pop with the strain to keep himself from becoming an animal.

He leans down again, settling himself between your legs. His warm breath fans your lips and cheeks as he begins stroking you with a roll of his hips. You both let out a sigh of relief and you move your hands up to feel his hands, which rest on either side of your head, his wrists, his powerful forearms. You close your eyes and allow the closeness of his body to embrace you and take you away as you reach his biceps and broad shoulders. You slide your fingers up his neck and trail them across his prominent jaw which he clenches for you by biting down. The action makes you shiver and his movements against you increase.

Breathlessly, you continue your journey by sliding your fingers through his hair. The smooth, fluid way your fingers move relaxes you. His smell of pure masculinity excites you. You pull him down further and bury your nose in his hair as you continue letting your fingers roam through his follicles. You inhale deeply and enjoy the clean, fresh scent of his scalp and how his hair softly brushes against your face. He growls deeply and closes his eyes, pressing soft kisses along your chest.

Now you're on top of him.

You slowly remove his boxers and kiss along his waist and the V line on his hips. He watches you with intense eyes as you kiss your way back up his body. He tenses up his muscles, making them look even more visible and making him look even more irresistible as he lays naked under you. You slide your thumb along his plump, pink lips. He closes his eyes and parts his lips slightly, allowing you to slide your thumb into his mouth. He lets out a gentle moan as you press your thumb downward against his soft tongue. He closes his lips around your finger and softly sucks. You lay flat on top of him, your pelvises touching. You can feel him against you. His hot throbbing penis lays against his stomach and your equally hot and throbbing clit sits right on top.

You're panting against each other's lips. No movement. Just pure feeling and touch and just knowing each others presence. You rest your hand against his throat gently, feeling his pulse racing. He exhales and tilts his head back, submitting himself to you. You lean down and press soft kisses against his cheek and jaw, keeping your hand on his throat, so he knows who's in charge.

You can smell his arousal and the room suddenly gets hotter and the air a lot more humid. His breath becomes shaky and his body strains with the primal urge to mate. He arches his back and looks up at you weakly before whispering huskily and breathlessly, "Fuck me."

Just close your eyes. And imagine that.