You hear giggling in front of you, as you trudge behind your irritated best friend. There was never an in between. You either stuck out like a sore thumb, or you were invisible to loads of groupies who wanted nothing more than to be with Justin Bieber.
There was a tall blonde girl clinging onto Justin’s side. You’d been trying to talk to him all day at school, but kept getting interrupted by girls like this.
She giggles at something Justin says. It’s high pitched and fake. You resist the urge to plug your ears in a childish manner.
Justin barely makes eye contact with her.
“Sorry Samantha,” There’s no sincerity in his voice. He brushes her off.
She scoffs and makes a remark about him making a big mistake.
She storms away in rush, and almost knocks you over. You and Justin can hear her high heels for ages even after she’s gone.
After what feels like ages, you catch up to Justin and try to keep up with his long strides.
“Finally,” You sigh in exasperation. “I’ve been trying to talk to you all day,” You shake your head and mutter to yourself,“The price you pay for being friends with the school’s bad boy.”
Justin lets out a laugh. “Come on Y/N, I’m not that bad,”
You playfully shove him, and then chuckle. Your friendship with Justin had always been easy. Justin was the so called, ‘bad boy’ and you were the goody-two-shoes Somehow, though you were polar opposites, you made it work. Some days, Justin would take you out and teach you how to take risks, how to live life wildly. Other days, you’d teach Justin about responsibility, and how to live life without getting arrested.
“It was worth it,” Justin would say each time. Whether it was vandalizing, or breaking and entering, Justin had done it all, earning him the reputation he had now.
He really wasn’t what they thought he was. He mostly just spent his time boxing, and skateboarding. Oh, and getting himself into trouble, but you just considered that as him being reckless.
You almost felt sick at the way girls just threw themselves onto him. You’d never understood the appeal. You knew Justin was gorgeous, but it just got to the point where it was ridiculous.
Every once in a while, you’d catch yourself staring at Justin’s biceps, and the way his tattoos looked against his skin, but you still swore to yourself you’d never be like that, that you’d never be so desperate for him.
“What are you thinking about?” Justin leans in really close, making you back up. Your back eventually hits his car, and then you’re trapped. He has a sparkle in his eyes, curiosity. You don’t think he means to do it, but he does, and when he does, you never know how to react.
You freeze up.Justin smirks at you.
“Were you thinking about how much you secretly want me?” He teases, looking deep into your eyes.
You wonder if he does it on purpose.
“What? Ew, no,”
He gets closer, and then raises a brow. “Then what is it?”
Now you really felt cornered. You couldn’t escape this one.
“I-um,” You pause for a few seconds. Justin doesn’t stop staring at you. “I want you to teach me how to box,” You blurt.
Immediately, you wish you could take it back.
Justin grins so wide, his eyes crinkle at the corners. You think he might burst from excitement “Really Y/N?”
You couldn’t tell him no now. You’d been refusing to let him teach you ‘the art of boxing’ as he put it for months now. You couldn’t crush his happiness like that, and so, you give in.
“Yeah,” A fake nervous laugh. “Really.”
What have I gotten myself into, you think to yourself.
Justin’s practically glows. He’s so happy that he pulls you into a bear hug. He crushes you into his chest.
You slump in his arms, knowing it was too late to go back.
“It’ll be worth it,” says Justin.
“Well, let’s get on with it,” you roll your eyes. “The freshman groupies are giving me death glares.”
Justin grins wider, if that’s possible. You wonder if smiling like that hurts his face.
Justin opens the door and lets you in the car, before quickly running around to the other side, and leaving the schools campus.
“Come on Y/N, that was weak!” Yells Justin.
You were now at the place where Justin practices, just the two of you.
Surprisingly, boxing with Justin wasn’t all that bad. It was sort of, exhilarating, though you’d never admit that to him.
You throw another punch, but this time harder. Justin’s almost completely thrown backwards at the force. A few more punches, and you’ve got Justin pinned to the ground.
You smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Justin’s face goes red. You can almost read his mind.
“What? Upset your best friend is better than you at boxing?”
Justin shakes his head. “Let’s take a break.”
“Aw,” You coo. “Are you upset that you lost?”
“Y/N,” Justin growls.
You laugh, and then get off of him. He stands up, still looking butt hurt.
Continuing with the taunting, you follow him over to the table that was set against the table.
“Loser,” you teased, making an L-shape with your finger.
Justin had resorted to ignoring you after a few minutes. He doesn’t say a word, as he takes a drink from his water bottle.
“Alright, I’m done,” you giggle.
“Took you long enou-”
“Loser!” You yell, and then burst into fits of laughter.
“I should’ve known.” He rolls his eyes, and then takes his shirt off, in attempts to cool down.
Your laughter not so subtly dies out quicker than the speed of light. You gulp and try not to stare at him, though you can’t help it. Your eyes skim over his arms, and all of his tattoos. You lick your lips, hypnotized by the bird on his hip. You only then realize how low his shorts are on him. You see his happy trail disappear into them, and your mind begins to wander. You start to imagine Justin’s hands on you.
“You’re staring,” Justin points out.
“N-no I wasn’t I was just…” You can’t finish your sentence.
Justin smirks. “You just what?”
Justin shrugs and goes back to drinking out of the water bottle. He pours the rest over his head and his chest.
You let out a sound that sounds somewhat like a whimper or a squeak. Justin looks up.
“Enjoying the view?” He smirks.
“Ew, no.” You say, like you told him earlier on that day, but this time your voice is shaking, and Justin knows you’re lying.
He moves over to you, and gets so close that you’re nearly pressed against the wall. Your breathing is erratic.
“Do you want me Y/N?” He growls.
You feels his hands trailing down your sides, and near your ass. Your body feels like its on fire.
“Because I want you,”
“Stop being a tease,” You try to brush it off like it was just Justin joking with you again, but you soon realize he’s serious.
“I’m not the fucking tease, Y/N, you are.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He brings his lips close to your ear. “God you’re so hot,” He runs the tip of his tongue over your earlobe, and lightly bites down on it.
You shiver, holding back from making any noise. You bring Justin closer by tangling your fingers in his long blond hair and pulling. He begins kissing down your neck, easily finding your sweet spot.
He sucks on it, already leaving you a mess in his arms. You hold back from making any noise.
“I do want you,” you say, breathless. “I just don’t want to be like-”
You’re cut off by Justin biting down on your neck. You let out a soft moan.
“Don’t want to be like what?”
He continues attacking your neck, and you can barely get out your words.
“I don’t want to be like one of those,” You moan. “Like one of those groupies. So desperate.”
“I’ll show you fucking desperate,” He growls.
Justin lays you down on one of the mats in the practice room, and then hovers above you.
“I’ll have you begging for me,” He grunts.
“I doubt it.”
“Is that a challenge?”
You gulp, and then nod. “Maybe.”
“Make a sound,” he says, “and I get to do whatever I want to you.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You get to do whatever you want to me.”
“Anything?” you ask.
“Anything.” he says.
“Prepare to lose,” Justin smirks.
Before you can say anything, he’s already started helping you pull off your shirt.
He sucks in a breath at the sight of you in a black lacy bra. “Fuck Y/N,” he mutters something about how he loves your pretty tits.
His hand rests at the back of your bra. He looks at you for approval. You nod your head.
He unclasps your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. Without warning, he quickly begins working on your left breast, sucking and nipping at your nipple, while massaging the other one.
Your hands finds their way into his hair, and you push his head down further. Justin takes the encouragement, and sucks harder, pinching and pulling at your right breast.
You already want to convulse in his arms. Your breathing turns into ragged breaths for air. He begins sucking at your right breast, and kneading the left. You tug at his hair some more and hear him grunt.
You can feel the heat beginning to pool in your underwear. Justin kisses down your stomach, and pulls off your white shorts, revealing a matching black thong.
He curses under his breath, and takes in your half naked body.
“I’m going to make you scream.”
He lowers himself to eye level with your pussy. “Do you want me to?”
Please, you want to yell out, but you’re set on proving Justin wrong.
“Keep going,” You try not to sound too heavily affected.
He pushes your underwear aside, and then with runs his index finger up and down your dripping core. It feels like torture, as he only skims your heat.
And then suddenly he’s pulled down your underwear and he’s sucking violently at your clit.Your hips buckle upwards, and you pull at his hair harder. Your breathing is loud and erratic, as you attempt to hold back moans.
Justin pulls on your clit and moves down to push a finger inside of you. He leaves you with no time to adjust, and no mercy. He pounds his finger in and out of you at tremendous speed, curling his finger each time.
You hold back the moans in your throat. Justin pleasuring you feels so good that you can barely breathe.
He adds another finger, while still sucking harshly on your throbbing clit. He moves faster. Justin thrusts his fingers deeper inside of you. He bites down softly onto your clit.
You dig your fingers into his hair, instead of giving in. You pull and tug at it. Justin moans, only making vibrations go throughout your sex. You writhe and your hips buck up again. You’re not sure how much longer you can take.
Justin adds a third finger, thrusting in and out. His fingers curling, he hits your g-spot.
You involuntarily tug on his hair, gasping for air. He moans again, only adding to your pleasure.
He continues thrusting, hitting your g-spot over and over, sometimes at different angles.
“JUSTIN!” You scream, forgetting all about the deal. “Fuck, I’m so close!”
Then, Justin pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you wanting more. Desperate.
Justin has a smug look on his face. “I won, baby girl. Get over my knee.”
You bite your lip, turned on by Justin taking control. His words You comply, bending over. You feel fear and excitement rise up in you.
Justin massages your ass, and it comes when you least expect it. His hand smacks down onto you, and you gasp, feeling the pain turn to pleasure.
“I want you to count for me,” Justin orders.
He brings his hand down on your ass again. You whimper loudly.
“One,” you choke out.
Justin continues on, and you’d reached eight by the time you were done counting.
Justin groans, and tugs at his stiff length through his shorts. It sticks out prominently.
You pull his shorts and boxers down at the same time. Justin’s dick slaps against his stomach. He grunts loud, and rough sounding.
“I want to fuck you so bad Y/N,” He holds the sides of your face and kisses you. Justin moans into your mouth as you dig your long nails into his back.
Breathlessly, you say, “Now who’s desperate?”
Justin’s too turned on to care. “Shit Y/N, I want to fuck you now.”
“Fuck me then.”
Justin wastes no time. He pushes himself inside you with no warning, thrusting hard and deep. You scream out his name, clawing into his back.
Justin ruthlessly slams into you faster. He grunts and moans quietly in your ear.
“Fuck Y/N, Fuck.”
Your moans become louder and more feminine.
Justin brings a finger down to rub at your clit. You walls clench around him.
Justin groans, and hits your g-spot. Already being sensitive from the last orgasm, you scream and come undone.
Justin’s thrusts become harder and sloppier. His moans are breathy. You walls involuntarily clench around him.
He pulls out and releases, all over your stomach. You listen to him grunt and groan, with his hair sticking to his face, and his head tilting backwards, mouth slightly open.
He collapses next to you, both of you breathing heavily. Justin wraps his arm around your waist and lays in silence with you for a few minutes.
Finally, Justin speaks up.
“That was so good,” Justin says.
You push yourself closer to him. “Yeah,” you reply. “Let’s do it again sometime.”
You don’t have to look back at him to know he’s doing another one of his infamous egotistical smirks.
“Is that you, Y/N, saying that you want me, again?”