Justin Bieber Imagines

Jiall Smut

It's Grammy night and everyone's out at the after party getting wasted; Niall, however, is on his knees in a five-star hotel room digging Justin's cock out of his jeans.

("Do you want to talk about it?" he asks when they exchange a casual hug for the camera, smiling smiling smiling.

Justin's hand lingers on the small of his back a second too long as he pulls back.

"Come back with me," he says through his teeth.

Niall nods.)

Justin's looking down at him with wide eyes and shaky breath so Niall takes a chance and kisses the inked bird on his hip, letting his lips linger before glancing up at him again. Justin exhales slowly, running a hand through Niall's mussed hair. It's then that Niall pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, ignoring the small pang of nervousness that stabs at his chest.

Still, he keeps his face guarded, holding the emotion for himself as Justin seems nervous enough on his own. He didn't ask but he's sure that Justin's never done this before. There's something in the way the small panic in his eyes doesn't look like it's from sleeping with someone new, in the way his fingers tighten in Niall's hair but he doesn't pull him closer.

Niall wraps a hand around the base, giving him a tight stroke as he revels in the jagged breath Justin takes. He licks over the underside of his dick, swirling his tongue underneath the head before sucking it softly, flicking his eyes up at Justin again to watch the way he bites down on his lip, the way his face worries and his eyebrows pinch together. He looks wrecked already.

Niall eases Justin into his mouth inch by inch, going down a little further with each bob of his head until his lips brush against his hand. He holds still to let Justin settle into the heat of his mouth for a moment. He can feel Justin's dick twitch on his tongue and gives a hard suck, pride thick in his chest when Justin finally groans and tugs on his hair. He starts up a rhythm then, moving his hand in time with his mouth. He pulls back to make a show of himself as he wipes some spit from his face, blinking up at Justin with a sultry look that makes him curse under his breath.

"Fuck," Justin spits, eyes following Niall as he leans back on his haunches and wraps a hand around his dick, stroking him quickly.

"Do you want to fuck my face?" Niall asks quietly, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

Justin groans, head rolling back against the wall and Niall smirks to himself, leaning towards Justin's cock with an open mouth, moaning when his dick slides heavily over his tongue. And maybe Justin doesn't really believe that Niall wants him to use him like that, that he's okay with him being rough, so Niall takes his hand and holds it to the back of his head and that seems to break the spell.

Justin gives a weak moan as he rocks forward onto his toes, driving his cock into Niall's mouth in quick thrusts that leave Niall's lips raw and swollen around him. Justin jerks roughly into his mouth, growling slightly as Niall hollows out his cheeks, and he seems just as into it as Niall is now. Justin's fingers tighten in his hair while he forces Niall down his cock, and Niall groans as he folds his hands together behind his back.

"Fuck," Justin curses, thrusting in until he hits the back of Niall's throat. It catches Niall by surprise and he pulls off Justin's dick coughing and gasping for air.

"Shit, sorry," Justin exclaims, hand shaking as he brushes it over Niall's cheek.

"It's fine," Niall says, hand already wrapping around his cock again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, and Niall's not sure he's talking about choking him anymore.

And that's... it's too heavy for Niall to handle right now, when his brain is muddled with sex and he can still taste Justin, so he goes back down on his cock until his throat is fluttering around the head, holding Justin's hips as he bobs earnestly, each twitch of Justin's cock pulsing against his tongue.

Justin starts to whine low in his throat when he's close, fist banging against the wall weakly as Niall sucks at the head, tongue flicking underneath it over and over again.

"Niall," he whimpers, and it sounds like a quiet prayer. He moans around him, feels his dick jump inside his jeans where it's leaking and neglected. Justin's hips push against his hands hard and then he goes still before spilling into Niall's mouth in thick spurts.

He milks him through it, swallowing before he finally lets Justin slip out his mouth. Niall looks up at him as he pants into the air, frantically yanking on the button of his jeans. He digs into his boxers to wrap a hand around his dick, desperate to get himself off. Justin slips down the wall, sitting with his legs spread out on either side of him. He wraps his hands around Niall's face, thumb pressing down over his swollen lips, his eyes boring into Niall's. It makes his arousal spike, hips jumping as his orgams builds.

"Oh, fuck," he cries. He wants to look away but Justin's holding him in place, gaze heavy, and when Niall finally comes he can't even bring himself to close his eyes, shivering as he pulls every last drop from his dick.

Niall falls into Justin, shaking against him, overwhelmed by the intimacy. He feels naked, and exposed, but Justin wraps his arms around him, holding him close, and Niall thinks that maybe, just maybe, he's not the only one.

"Do you want to talk about her?" Niall mumbles, voice raw.

Justin doesn't reply; he kisses him for the first time as they cuddle there against the wall.