Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Weights

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"Got a nice view there, babe?" Justin's voice catches you off-guard for a moment as you realize he's caught you staring –– again.

Your cheeks flush bright pink, but your eyes never leave him as he takes his hands off of the handles of the machine. 
He adds ten more pounds to what he's already been forcing to prove to you how well these frequent work-outs have been, well, working out.

"Just observing." You answer in an attempt to shake off the embarrassing burden on your shoulders.

You watch in complete fascination as his arms challenge another rep; his hands clutch the handles, struggling to pull the added weight as he forces his knuckles to together; his muscles contract and tense beneath his tan, glowing skin as he tries pushing the weight he can just barely handle. 

A small crease forms between his brows and his tongue is peeking out, teasing you from behind his gritted teeth.  He so unbelievably beautiful that you're torn between throwing yourself at him right then and there, or glueing your two feet to the floor just so you can keep staring.

Justin's iPod is blaring in the speakers – some unfamiliar hip-hop tune, but you faintly recognize the beat since it's been vibrating off the walls and floors of his flat for hours.  Justin's always had a habit of tuning out the world when he works out, and you've come to notice that his most motivational songs lean towards the rap-related genres.

You start to inch towards him, step-by-step with the music rippling off of the wood panels beneath your feet. 

He notices you getting closer, but he tries not to meet your eyes again.  Once in front of your boyfriend, you wait until he's done with another uncounted rep to reach out your arms and stop him from going into another. 

A frown is etched across his lips as he looks up at you, wondering why you've stopped him.
You make a seat out of his lap, straddling your legs on either sides of him as your arms loosely snake around his slim neck. 

He's almost coated in a layer of sweat, but you don't bother to leave because of that.  If anything, it only makes you want to be with him even more. 

Justin protrudes his lower lip in a pout, "Babe, I'm working out."

Yeah, as if those words are going to make you leave any faster.

You give a small nod as if to apologize, but have no honest sympathy for the boy, "I know." You reply cooly, a smirk tugging on the corner of your mouth.

He furrows his eyebrows, watching your calculated movements as you lean towards him at a painfully slow pace. 

He holds his breath as his mind counts the seconds of time and eagerly waits on your kiss. 

You give in almost instantly, folding your lips over his in such a natural way that it's almost like you two were made for each other, like you're never meant to kiss anyone else on the planet but him only because it's just so damn easy to do so. 

As if on cue, the music skips on to an R&B mix and your feel your cheeks getting heated as you lend an ear on the provocative lyrics. 

You sense Justin's hands creeping up your thighs until his palms are ghosted over your rear, his lips parting open just barely against yours.