Justin Bieber Imagines

Beware You Virgins..

This short imagine contains some terrible language and sex. Virgin eyes, beware.

"Good morning, beautiful," Justin said into the phone.

"Good evening, handsome," I replied. It sucked being on opposite sides of the world. When Justin was going to sleep, I would be waking up, which didn't leave much time for talking to each other on the phone.

"What's going on over there?"

"Filming, filming, filming, crying because you're not here, more filming. What's going on over there?"

"Recording, paparazzi, recording, fans, fans, fans, crying because you're not here, paparazzi. The usual," he laughed. God, I missed his laugh. It was so bright and happy and could instantly brighten a room. Oh, Bieber.

"I miss you, baby," a tear slid down my cheek. I just wanted to be reunited with him, in his strong arms.

"I miss you, too, Y/n. So much."

"What do you miss about me?"

Without hesitating, Justin spoke. "Your eyes, and how they twinkle. Your smile, and how it makes me smile. The way your hair always smells like strawberry kiwi. Your cute little button nose. Your perfect boobs. I especially miss your pussy, Y/n."

"You're so sweet, Justin. If it makes you feel any better, my pussy misses its Bieberconda," His fans had nicknamed his penis 'Jerry', but I felt like 'Bieberconda' fit it a lot better.

"Tell me about it. Tell me all about how your pussy misses me," his voice sounded strained, like he was stroking himself on the other end.

"You want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Yeah, talk dirty to me."

I propped myself up on the bed. "I miss the trail of kisses you used to leave. My lips, down to my chin, over to my collarbone, on each breast, down my belly, around my bellybutton, inside of my things, and then finally, plunging your tounge into my hole. Whenever I hear your voice or even your name, my pussy gets so slick and wet. It wants you, Jay, twenty-four-seven. All the time. It wants you thrusting your long length inside of me, making my clit so swollen and pink."

Just hard, labored breathing on the other end. I began to rub my slit through my pajama shorts. All this dirty talk had gotten me worked up.

"I'm ... so c-close, Y/n," he panted.

"Come on, baby. Shoot your load all over your stomach and act like it's me, sucking up every last drop of your hot, sticky juice. Baby, I love your come. I would suck it right from the tip like I'm drinking from a baby bottle. Spurt your juice all over my tits, Jay. They're not huge but they're a good dumping ground for your liquid."

Justin cried my name out, breathing heavily for a good few minutes. I had ended up rubbing myself ferociously, enough for me to have gotten some pleasure from this, too.

"Thank you, Y/n," he whispered.

"Anytime, babe," I giggled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Click.

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