Justin Bieber #Imagines

#9 Imagine (Part 1)

Justin Bieber was probably one of the most annoying people you have ever met. He was always hitting on you, and it wasn’t ever in a sweet way. It was always perverted. You admit that he is very hot and you are very attracted to him, but he’s fucked over a lot of girls and you could deal with that again.

It’s a bit difficult trying to hate someone you’re so attracted to, but you had to do it for your own well-being. It wouldn’t be as hard if your best friend wasn’t also best friends with him. Roger was always an amazing friend to you and he was nothing like Justin, but they have been close since Justin moved here a few years ago.

"(y/n!) We’re home!" Roger shouted as he walked in your front door. We? You texted Him to come pick you up so you could go to Lisa’s house tonight since her parents were out of town. You didn’t think he would have brought company though.

You turned the corner to see Roger and Justin at your front door. He smirked at you and you hid your face. You were really angry at your best friend for bringing him along, mostly because he had gotten much hotter since the last time you’ve seen him.

He definitely got more muscular and a bit taller as well. His dirty blonde hair was gelled up in the front, but he could pull it off. Also, his brown eyes sparkled like always and his lips were pulling you in. You did your best to hide your emotions as you slipped on your shoes and walked out the front door, pushing past them both.

Roger caught up with you first, “Hey, don’t be mad at me, okay? He really wanted to come tonight and his car is completely busted.” You sighed and muttered, “I’m not mad. I’m not happy either.” and climbed into the back seat of the car.

"So, (y/n)," Justin flirted from the front seat of the car, "Long time no see."

"Don’t talk to me." You snapped.

"Whoa there, calm down. I was just trying to be nice." He said. You knew he wasn’t trying to be nice at all. He was just being cocky like normal.

When you got to Lisa’s house, you tried to walk in before the other boys, but Roger caught you and slung his arm over your shoulders.

~~timeskip~~

It was about midnight now. You have had a fair share of drinks from a red solo cup, but you weren’t drunk at all. Your judgement wasn’t impared. Judtin, surprisingly, wasn’t drunk either, but Lisa and Roger were out of their minds. Once it led to a makeout session, you decided to leave the room.

You went to the bathroom and checked your makeup, making sure it still looked okay. For some reason, you were still thinking about Justin. Maybe it’s just something about today, but he looked really really good. There was sexual tension between you two all night. That was one of the reasons you needed to leave while Lisa and Roger were making out.

When you opened the door to the bathroom, there was a figure standing right outside the doorway. You jumped, but realized it was only Justin.

"God dammit, Justin! You scared the crap outta me." You growled at him, trying to push past. He grabbed your arm before you could.

"(y/n)," He said, "I know you don’t hate me."

"Yes I do."

"No, you don’t," He said, looking into your eyes, "In fact I’ve caught you staring at me just about a hundred times tonight."

"I wasn’t staring at you. I think you might have been a little too confident about yourself, mister." You tried to pull away again, but he slammed you up against the hallway wall and his body was touching yours.

"I know staring when I see it." He said. You were speechless at this point. You could feel a bulge start to form under his pants, which made your heart beat louder and faster. You were almost afraid that he might hear it. "You wanna know what else I know," He said, I didn’t reply. He got really close to my ear and whispered, "I know what sexual tension feels like."

He brought his face and body both much closer to yours. Your noses were touching at this point and your bodies were completely touching. You could feel the bulge in his pants growing larger, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You lunged forward and kissed him forcefully on the lips. He immediately kissed you back passionately and seductively. You were slowly grinding your hips against his and you could feel him smirk into the kiss.

He pulled away unexpectedly and you were both breathing heavily. You could see him smirking, but you didn’t have time to get mad about it.

"Justin! (y/n)! Where are youuu?" Roger sing songed from downstairs.

"C’mon, hurry," Justin said, grabbing your hand, "Let’s go to the bedroom." You were going to protest, but you couldn’t at this point. You needed him.

When you got into the bedroom it was nearly pitch black. There was little light coming through the window. You locked the door and tried to figure out where Justin was. Before you could. You were grabbed by the hips and stumbled backwards, being thrown onto the bed. Justin fell over you, holding himself above you with his muscular arms. He was already shirtless, because he knew it was your weakness.

You two started making out again, him on top of you. You started palming his length through his jeans and he let out a small moan, laying his head in the crook of your neck.

"Good girl."