WARNING/DISCLAIMER: use of profanities; sexual content.
From: Baby Girl: Aye, birthday boy, if you're not too busy, would you mind coming over? xo
My eyes scanned my phone as I read the text from Y/N. With a smile on my face, I quickly replied, telling her that I would be over soon.
It was my birthday today and I would have expected to have spend it with my girl and some friends, but I hadn't heard from anyone but my little siblings today; not even my parents had had any form of contact with me at all today. As usual, I had been flooded with tweets by the thousand from beliebers, wishing me a happy twentieth, but not even once had my own girlfriend sent me a happy birthday wish.
I knew that they hadn't forgotten, especially Y/N. They all loved to play games on me, mainly in attempts to avenge themselves from my pranks — and they usually never got away with it — but today was that exception; I had no idea what was going on, or where anybody was, but I did know that they were planning something, and I would bet everything that Y/N was behind it all.
I pulled up my Ferrari in front of Y/N's house, taking my keys out of the ignition and killing the engine, when my phone buzzed with another message from my girl. "Come through my room window, babe," it read and I smirked as I climbed up the ladder outside of Y/N's bedroom window.
Reaching the top, I slipped inside of her open window, adjusting my clothes soon after planting my feet on her bedroom floor. Looking up, I was greeted by my girl and goddamn, did she look good.
Y/N had dressed herself up in a black dress, everything out for show; legs, curves and all. Her makeup to match — in fact she was dressed sexily in full black — except for her lips; her lips were painted bright red and I'd be lying if I didn't say that it was damn sexy.
"Hey, babe." She greeted, wrapping her arms around my neck, giggling innocently.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.
One thing that amazed me about Y/N was how innocent she was; my baby hasn't done a single wrong thing in her entire life, but if you had only had sex with her, you wouldn't ever think that.
"Happy birthday." She wished, looking me in the eyes.
"Thanks, baby girl."
"You know, Justin, you've been a bad boy." She whispered, walking her fingers up my chest. "A very, very bad boy."
I raised an eyebrow — this was a new sight to me. I could feel my member hardening at her words and the faint feeling of her hands on me wasn't helping me.
"Oh, really?" I questioned.
She nodded and moved her hands around my neck and her mouth next to my ear. "I've been thinking about you, Jay." Her words ghosted over the shell of my ear. "Naughty things, Justin."
"Naughty, eh?"
My baby nodded and bit her lip and I confirmed that I now had a full-on hard-on. "I've been thinking about you... and me, babe." She continued.
Before I knew it, she had pressed her lips to mine, gently at first, but our kiss soon turned into a mess of teeth and tongue. I swiped my tongue across her tinted lips, parting them slightly and slipping my tongue in; mine met hers and I felt the electricity flow throughout me. She moaned, and I smirked slightly as she pulled away, sinking her teeth in my lower lip and watched as it bounced back into my mouth when she release it.
I went to grab her ass, only to have her push me away. "Come on, babe, there's a whole crowd of people waiting for you downstairs." She winked, sauntering out of the room, leaving me flustered and hard.
