Justin Bieber Imagines Part 2

Under the tables

You giggle at Justin along with the rest of your overly large group of friends. He winked at you and (f/n) who was sitting beside you. You both laughed together, you blushing a bit more than her. He was so adorable. He swiped his amber hair out of his eyes and looked at you. You stared back at him with a wide smile. He cocked an eyebrow at you. Smirking, you try to wink back at him but your stupid leg spazzes out.

"Oh god," you groan and grab your leg from underneath the table. Justin drops his fork and looks at your leg.

"Would you like me to go get ice or anything?" he asks, his amber colored eyes scanning your leg a few times.

"I don't think anything could help this. My leg is basically frozen," you say angrily. How the hell would you even be able to walk to your next period?

Justin leans over and whispers in your ear, "I know something that can help..." A few seconds later you feel a hand covering your area. You gasped and looked over at him.

He smiled sweetly at you, "what is it (y/n)?" You feel 3 pairs of eyes looking at you from across the table.

"Justin here forgot to call me about th-" you feel his hand slipping into the leggings you were wearing. You squeeze your eyes close not believing that this was happening.

"About the what? What's going on, why are you doing that?" Your friend asks you from across the table. She looks over at Justin who's also looking at you with a questioning look. His frown turns to a sly smirk when you feel two fingers massaging your clit. "Why are you smiling?" (f/n) asks Justin not even bothering to look down at your lap to see what he's doing.

"No reason. I'm just kind of amused at how much pain (y/n)'s leg must be giving her seeing as she keeps closing her eyes," right on queue one of his fingers enters you. You gasp again and shut your eyes tightly.

"Yn, are you okay?" Justin asks you cheekily.

"Justin, I'm just peachy," you practically moan out peachy as he pushes in another finger. He pumps in and out slowly making your breath speed up.

"Got to go!" You almost yell out as you hear the lunch bell ring. You turn to the side, take his hand out of your pants, and stand up to walk away. You turn around for a second to wink at him and at the same time, he does a small wink back.