Justin, we can't." You chuckled quietly as you pushed him off you, causing his lips to part from your neck. The bus was quiet, only the faint sound of distant girls screaming outside.
"What? Why not? I need you so bad." His breathed had became unsteady since your heated moment.
"Justin, your tour bus isn't exactly the safest of places to have sex in." You rolled your eyes as you laid out on the bed. You might have believed it was a bad idea, but that didn't stop you from getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body.
"They're all setting up for tonight's show, everyone's too busy to care what we're doing." He quickly gave answers to your excuses, his eyes staring hungrily at your body.
"And who's the star of tonight's show? Who are they probably going to need for rehearsals?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he began to look more and more pained as time went on.
"Come on, baby." He whined as he threw his head back. "I'll make it quick, I promise." His hands ran seductively up and down your thigh as he tried to persuade you, and to be honest, it was working.
"Fine," You huffed. "But quick." You pointed a finger at him before sitting up and pulling your shirt over your head.
He grinned as he knew he'd got his way. He left wet kisses down your chest and over your bra while his hand trailed teasingly down your shorts, slowly undoing the zip. Pulling them down your legs, he grazed his hand up them as he made his way back up to face you. "You're so beautiful." He whispered as he took you in.
"Thank you, baby, but hurry." You whimpered as a part of you filled with worry of someone walking in on you at any moment while another part of you had gained the need to feel him against you.
He stood up, keeping his gaze on you as he slid down his trousers and his Calvins in a hurry, his hard on standinf to attention instantly. His lust and need for you building up by the second.
Before you knew it, your skin was hitting Justin's repeatedly while each moan and profanity that left your throats could be heard in the silence of the room. His hands rested strongly at each side of your head as he bucked his hips against your own, his eyes looking down at the scene he was making with you in adoration.
"Shit, shit, shit." You moaned loudly over and over, your nails digging deeper into Justin's skin as you came close. "Justin!" You shouted loudly as you felt his thrusts become deeper, harder, sharper.
"You're so hot." He groaned as he witnessed your loud moans mixed with the slapping of skin. "I'm so close." His eyes fell shut, but wanting to watch you in your state of bliss caused them to flutter open every so often.
You felt yourself come undone from beneath him, his dick never stopping it's work inside you as you writhed and whimpered. "Oh, God." Your head fell back as you quietened down, basking in the feeling.
Only a few seconds later did Justin follow suit; he slowed his thrusts but made them, once again, deeper and harder, his body unable to continue properly due to the tightening in his stomach.
"Holy shit, [Y/N]." He breathed heavily, sweat lined up on his forehead. "That was so good." His head fell into the valley between your boobs, his breath tickling your skin.
"It was." You chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "But, you better be heading to rehearsal." Smirking at him, you leaned up on your elbows.
A low groan emitted form his throat, his head coming up to face yours. Standing up, he pulled you with him. He slowly started putting his clothes back on and waited for you to do the same.
"I love you." He kissed down your neck softly and lovingly.
"I love you too." Your eyes shut as he worked on your sweet spot.
"How about we just stay here and go for round two?" He grinned cheekily, watching you head towards the door that went into the main sitting area of the tour bus.
"No, Justin. You've gotta go to rehearsal."
"Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Bieber." You heard a voice as you walked out of the room that made your heart drop and your face run cold. "Although, we've already heard that you can do that." Turning, you saw Scooter sat on the couch with his phone in his hand.
"S-Scooter, hi." You chuckled nervously, running a hand through your hair, wondering how bad the scene looked; you and Justin emerging from his bedroom, looking completely dishevelled and untidy.
"Dude." Justin chuckled as his hands found their way to your hips. "You didn't by any chance..?" He trailed off, hoping he'd catch on so he wouldn't have to say it.
"Hear the two of you going at it? Yeah. But I don't care, I'm a little disturbed, but more importantly, you're late for rehearsal." Scooter stood up and sent Justin a knowing look before motioning his head towards the door.
"Oh, [Y/N], I don't want you there." Justin chuckled as he strolled by you, making you frown in confusion. "That outfit is exactly what made me want to fuck you, and late for rehearsal in the first place." He smirked, winking as he left the tour bus, his hair, and the grin on his face, instantly stating "I just had hot sex with my girlfriend on my tour bus."
