Justin Bieber - collection of sex imagines.

Part 1

She storms out of my car with a slam of the door, accompanied by an aggravated groan as she struts her way inside our apartment building. I've set her off again, and just like all the other times before, I have no idea what I even did wrong.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't fuck up so much with her, but it seems like I make a mistake with every little movement. I don't even intend to do it, it just happens, and it puts (Y/N) into a ballistic rage when all I've ever aimed to do is make her happy. I love her to the moon and back, honestly, but I never know what she wants. It's like she's always mad at me for reasons I can never contemplate.
I follow my girlfriend's footsteps, trudging my way into our flat without a sound. (Y/N) has already locked herself in our room within the short amount of time she'd been inside, and as I take a few steps further into the apartment, I notice that she's even put out some pillows and a blanket on the couch - my bed for the night, I guess.
I walk right passed the living room and head for our bedroom, knocking on the wooden door in hopes that (Y/N) will at least let me in to talk. After I tap my knuckles against the door for a fifth time, it seems like my strategy is successful as the door opens and (Y/N) is standing directly in front of me.
Before I even open my mouth, I take a moment to look at my girl, and I mean really look at her because she's so unbelievably beautiful that I forget how to breathe at the sight of her. Her hair's in a spiraled mess from the party, and her make-up is still perfect -- yet completely unnecessary, as I've told her millions of times before. She's still standing in those sinfully tall heels that I don't understand how she can even walk in without falling flat on her face. Her dress is black and fitted tightly around her flawless body that I could spend all day staring at, but I'd much rather be touching her, if I'm honest.
"What do you want, Justin?" She snaps, giving me no time to admire her beauty anymore.
I look up at her vacantly, swiping my tongue across my lips as I try to meet her gaze, "Why are you mad?"
(Y/N) scoffs as if I've said something that insulted her, and it wouldn't be the first time I've done so without knowing.
"No, I'm serious. Why are you mad at me? What did I do wrong?" I ask helplessly, searching for an answer as I try to read her. "You're always upset with me, (Y/N), and I'm sick of not knowing why." She never meets my eyes as I talk to her, like she's trying to avoid me for some reason. She's shutting me out, or trying to run from the pain that I give her. But what kind of a boyfriend am I if I'm the reason my girl's hurt?
"Ryan said Selena's been calling you." She finally speaks, and now everything starts to make sense. "He said that she wants to meet up with you soon, or something like that, I don't know. All I know is that she's your ex-girlfriend and that she wants you back... And you didn't even mention it to me."
Neither of us say another word, and I want so badly to just explain everything to her right then and there, but it's too late for explanations. I screwed up, again.
"Whatever, she's probably better for you anyway." (Y/N) says in barely a whisper.
I almost want to scream at her for saying something so stupid, "What did you say?"
She keeps her lips sealed shut, finally able to look me in the eye as she turns her head.
"Don't be coy, Justin." She says harshly with a roll of her eyes, turning around to walk away from the conversation like she always does. But I won't let her, not this time.
"Hey, look at me." I call, grabbing her by the wrist before she has the time to shut the door in my face. "I haven't answered a single one of Selena's calls. She might miss me, but I don't miss her, you know why?"
(Y/N) shakes her head cautiously, a crease forming between her brows as it seems like I've stumped her.
"Because why would I? I have you, don't I?" I encourage as a smile tugs on the corners of my mouth. My body inches closer to hers as I move at my slowest pace, not wanting her to run off like before. "You're all I need." I promise before sealing that vow with the whisper of a kiss.
Our lips barely touch and it's not even a mimic of a peck on the lips, but it's still something. (Y/N)'s breath mixes with mine as the faint taste of alcohol and peppermint airs over my tongue. I've grown eager for something more, my hands grabbing onto her waist and pulling her so close to me that you wouldn't be able to put a slip of paper between us if you tried. (Y/N) finally steps out of those heels, now making me the skyscraper of the two of us as I lean down to press my lips to hers again.
The kiss is much more calculated than the first. I try to show her all that I'm feeling right now, how much I love her and care for her, but one kiss just isn't enough to do that. So I attempt to walk us toward the bed without any given direction what-so-ever, my lips still attached to (Y/N) as my tongue trails along the seam of her closed lips.
I'm caught off-guard when (Y/N) stumbles backward onto the bed we share, and neither of us can help but laugh as I clumsily topple over her small body. "Smooth," She jokes, running her index along the frame of my face.
I kiss her again in response, letting her pull my bottom lip from its twin as I try fixing my hands beneath her to unzip her dress. Slipping the clothing away from her body, I toss her dress somewhere to the side and lift my head, my lower lip snapping back into place as a result of (Y/N)'s nibbling and tugging on it.
My breath ghosts over her jawline until I reach her neck, letting my mouth close over her smooth skin. I start to suck and tease her skin until I'm sure there's a bruise that'll last, or at least something to prove that (Y/N) is mine and mine only. I dip my head, marring my girl's collarbone with a second stamp of my lips.