Justin Bieber #Imagines

#13 Imagine (Part 1)

For the longest time, you had had a crush on the cutest boy ever. His eyes and basically everything else gave you butterflies, but you didn’t only feel them in your stomach ;) One of your friends had dragged you to her boyfriend’s hockey game, so she could shove your loneliness down your throat (as usual). You had only agreed to go because you were pretty sure that Justin was on his team, and who would miss that opportunity? 
They lost their game, and you were kind of disappointed. But you had gotten your fill, Justin was on the ice pretty much the whole time. For once, she had no reason to brag, since her boy-toy had been on the bench for most of the time. 
After the game, the boys all headed to the locker room and you and Laura waited for her mom to pick the two of you up, but the roads were terrible, so she was going to be a while. One by one all the guys had left, and you and her were alone (or so you thought) in the arena waiting for her mom to finally show up. 
"Want to take a peek at the guy’s change room before we have to leave?" She suggested with a mischievious grin. 
"Sure," you said, feeling just as adventurous as she was. The two of you quickly got out of your seats and headed for the change room. You stood with your hand on the door, bracing yourself for the horrible stench you knew was coming. As soon as you opened the door,Laura shoved you in and held it shut behind you. You heard her pulling a chair in front of the door, and you yelled at her. 
"This isn’t funny! It reeks in here! Let me out!" But as much as you pleaded, she refused. You sighed and sat on a bench between the lockers, waiting for her to give in, when you heard the shower turn on. Thinking it was extremely creepy you went to check it out, thinking the shower was just messed up or something. But as soon as you got to the showers it turned off, and one of the curtains slid open. (y/c) walked out with a towel around his waist and a bead of water slowly racing down his gorgeous abs. He stopped mid towel tying, and stared at you wide-eyed, unable to find any words. 
"Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!" You said, turning and walking towards the door.
"No, it’s fine! Stay!" He said quickly. You stopped and turned on your heel, to face him. 
"Wait…why are you still here?"
"I hate showering with a bunch of other guys. And I could ask you the same thing,"
"I don’t see why," you said with a smirk, "Laura and I are waiting for her mom to pick us up, and she locked me in here."
"Us. She locked us in here,” he said, smiling at the ground. “Gosh (y/n), you’re eyeing me like a piece of meat.” 
"Sorry," you said, laughing. "I just, wow." He laughed, not knowing how incredibly flawless he was. 
"(y/n), you like me, right?" You thought you literally felt your heart stop. You tried to speak but no noise came out, thankfully, he continued. "Because I like you…like a lot. I think you’re absolutely incredible in every possible way." The corners of your mouth pulled up into a smile, and you felt your cheeks flush. There was a warmth inside you that could only be caused by him. You nodded your head and smiled at him. He took a step closer, the two of you a foot apart rather than two. 
"You played really well tonight," you said, but instead of thanking you or saying anything at all, he leaned in and closed the gap between the two of you. He pressed his lips to yours, softly but so surely, and you felt like everything was right in the world, like all the pieces were all fitting together. He stepped ever closer to you, and your bodies pressed together, the warmth of his chest seeping into your forearms, which rested there. You moved your hands, which were resting on either side of his face, to his stomach to feel the rock hard abs you had admired for so long. You smiled into the kiss, unable to comprehend that this was really happening. Right when things were slowing down again, his towel dropped from around his waist, and the two of you stood there, still pressed together. You didn’t notice until he pulled away quickly and used his hands to hide himself. As he leaned down to pick up the towel, you leaned next to his ear and whispered, "don’t". He smiled and stood back up slowly, pushing you against a locker and planting kisses down your neck and over your collar bones. His hands slid down your torso and into the back of your shirt, and he began rubbing the small of your back. His hands were like fire on your skin, and he spread the flames everywhere he touched. He switched from touching your back to holding the hems of your shirt, and he slowly slid it up over your head, leaving you in a bra and leggings. He beamed a smile at you and kissed you again, his hands on the lockers beside you. Feeling risky, you took his hands and placed them on your breasts, smiling deviously up at him. He grinned right back, and you felt those butterflies again, but this time more intensely than any of the other times. He moved his hands in large circles, at first slowly and delicately, but gradually he went faster and more roughly. His kisses became more desperate, and you could hear a low moan building up in his throat. He pulled you away from the lockers and quickly pulled down your leggings, helping you step out of them. Thankfully that was the one night you had worn matching bra and underwear. He sat down on the bench and you sat in his lap, facing him, your legs on either side of him. You kissed him passionately, and you still couldn’t believe this was really happening. As your lips danced around each other, his hand slowly moved up your thigh. Beside the knee, inner thigh. Halfway up, inner thigh. All the way, on you. He snuck his hand into your panties, and you took a sharp breath in. He tested you first with one finger, and gradually slid in the other. He never took his eyes off of you, and you screamed…loudly. You forgot the entire world existed as he made you feel a way you had never felt before. You could feel him poking your leg, and felt kind of guilty. But with the things he was doing to you…the guilt didn’t last long. As you came he did too, just from making you feel that way. He kissed you hard, to quiet you down a bit. It didn’t work. The two of you got dressed in a comfortable silence, and you found the chair blocking the door to be gone. The two of you stepped out and you saw that Laura had already left. How long had the two of you been in there for?
"Well since your ride is gone, guess you’ll have to spend the night with me."Justin said, smirking. "My parents aren’t home this weekend, and my house is within walking distance."
"Well, lucky me."
"Lucky you," he said, taking your hand in his.