Justin Bieber Imagines

Teacher III.

I didn't expect to be here, in this position.

But here I am, at my World History teacher's house, allowing him to give me hickeys on his couch.

And it was pretty great.

"You said you were eighteen?" he mumbled against my neck.

"Mhm."

"And you're okay with doing this?"

"Mm, yes."

"Okay." he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. His hands reached for the hem of my top, the rings on his fingers brushing my skin. He swiftly lifted the shirt over my head and smiled when he did, in fact, see a black lace bra instead of a red one. "Wow."

"What?" I questioned. "Isn't this what you wanted me to wear?"

"Yeah, but.." he shook his head with a grin. "All the times you tune me out in class, I'd assumed you didn't give a fuck. But since you did, I'm thinking maybe we could do this a little differently."

I cocked my head to the side a bit. "Oh really?"

"Yeah." he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me to stand. Cupping my buttcheeks, he pulled me closer to him. "Jump up for me." I jumped up slightly, then he held me up and carried me to his bedroom.

I'd expected it to be more "college dorm" type of bedroom for some stupid reason, and I was sadly mistaken.

It was amazing.

"Here." he sat me on the bed. He got on his knees and took off my Jordan 5's, then set them by the bed. He hovered over me, and kissed me. "I want you to be comfortable."

I smiled and bit my lip slightly. He pulled me up again, this time so I was hovering over him-- well, laying on him, really. I straddled his waist leaned over so our lips brushed. "Why haven't you kissed me yet?" he teased. "What do you want from me?"

"What do you think I want?" I replied.

"I'm not sure, you could be using me."

"Mhm. Well, in case it hadn't occured to you, I want you."

"What me? For what?" his eyes widened slightly.

"I want you to fuck me." I stared into his eyes with a smirk.

He flipped us over so that he was on top again, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand and gripping my jaw with the other. "Well I'll just have to give you what you want then, huh?"

"Yes, please."

He kissed me again with much more force than the last times. Then he broke  away from the kiss to take off his     wife-beater, then put his lips back to mine. He sat me up quickly to unclasp my bra and snatch it off my body. He stared down at my chest and then looked back up at me. I covered my chest defensively. "No, Mara, don't cover yourself." he released my wrists for a moment to hold himself up with that arm. "You're beautiful."

I smiled as he dipped his head down in the crook of my neck and started to create more hickeys on my neck.

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"Mm, fuck." I moaned as he kissed my chest.

He kissed down my stomach until he got to the line of my shorts. He looked at me and smiled. "May I?"

I ran a hand through his blonde hair and closed my eyes. "Yes."