BIEBER AND BLACK

[JUSTIN BIEBER FAN FICTION]
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As I lay on the couch in his dressing room impatiently, I twirl on the ends of my hair and listen to the artifical rain over my phone speaker. I breathe in and out and think about what makes me feel alive and liberated. Not what, but who.

I lay back, sighing, thinking about him breathing on the back of my neck and caressing his hands up and down my frame.

I trail my hands down my body sensually, wanting to relieve the feeling.

I then hear the door crack and divert my eyes to it to see an eyeball looking through the space. My heart drops to my stomach.

"Calm down. It's just me, beautiful. Don't let me stop you though. Keep on doing whatever you were doing with those lovely hands of yours," he says cheekily.

I blush and look down, smiling like an idiot. I feel the floor squeaks approaching me and feel a hand underneath my chin, lifting my head up. I look into his eyes and see pure passionate lust.

"I know you want me."

He leans down and presses his soft warm lips against mine. I pull away, kissing from his abs all the way up to his warm cheeks, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I can see the look in his eyes and feel his arms sneak around my waist and pull me closer to his body.

"Good. Let me show you how." I say with confidence.

This is what I've been waiting for.

Looks like it's going to be a long night.