Jason P.O.V
As soon as I stepped foot out of the bus, my ears regretted my decision. How can someone have so much energy to scream so loud for hours on hours? I would be left with no voice, honestly. Like always, Jason has to come to the rescue even though my guys could easily hold them Beliebers back.
"Come on ladies, calm down. Justin is not going to wet his pants because you're screaming his name," Jeffrey said as calmly as possible.
"Facts. He could only go deaf and that means no more music for you," Maxwell said and I could see him rolling his eyes at the fangirls.
"And who are you guys?" One asked. I arched a brow and chuckled at her attitude.
"We are the people that could make your whole existence turn into Waldo," Maxwell retorted nastily, "I can just snap my fingers and boom, you're gone."
"Nowhere to be found," Aide said stepping up. she had this crazy idea that she was the only one that could hit girls from our group. Yeah, crazy because I'd smack a girl. I really don't give a fuck.
"Hey, Justin," a fan said calmly. More like her, please. We need more fans like her.
"Hello, how are you?" Justin asked with an easy going smile on his face.
"I'm good. How are you?" She asked.
"Still horny probably," Alonso said not so quietly. I chuckled loudly at his horrendous ways of trying to embarrass Damsel.
"Huh?" Another fan asked.
"He was watching something you children shouldn't even know about," Michael said with an eye roll. Ah, the not so dad of the group. He was known for not having patience with kids.
"Justin, where are you getting this new service from? They are so rude," a boy in the crowd of fans said. That was my cue to jump in.
"You're such an ungrateful brat. Do you prefer those who didn't even let you get within fifty feet of your idol? Those who pushed y'all away and ordered no pictures? Let me tell you, we can quit and let them come back. We will still be Bambi's friends, can't say the same about your pictures, can we?" I scowled. The silence took over and the phones were still lighted up as some recorded the scene.
Like I give a fuck. Those tweets and articles about us will be deleted from the face of the earth as soon as they come out.
"Who has no tickets for the concert tonight?" Justin asked breaking the silence. A scream erupted from most of them, if not all, making Aide huff from next to me.
"Fairy Godfather to the rescue of the poor," she mumbled. I chuckled at her bitterness and leaned against the pole as I waited for Justin to hand out the free tickets which probably were for front row seats.
"I love you so much, Justin. Thank you!" One screamed and next thing you know, gratefulness was flying around like birds.
"It's okay, I love you guys too. I hope you enjoy the show," he said and started walking away. As the guys and Aide walked in front of Justin, I walked next to him and nudged his side.
"You know you love us," I said cheekily making him look at me with a slight glare.
"Don't put words in my mouth, I hate you all," he huffed. I grabbed his hand and swiftly intertwined our fingers together, making sure to hide our held hands between us for any curious lenses facing our way.
"It's not my fault I couldn't finish you earlier," I whispered against his ear huskily.
"Stop putting words in my mouth!" He hissed, "I fucking hate you, King Kong," I smirked and sneaked a kiss on his cheek quickly.
"I want to say something totally random," I said out of the blue.
"All the shit you talk about is random," he retorted. I looked at him and smiled widely.
"I wanna get you pregnant," I said. That caused Justin to snap his head towards me and look at me like I was a lunatic walking around earth.
"You're on drugs, aren't you? You're probably El Chapo number two," he said as he tried to get his hand out of mine but I held it tighter.
"Hey, don't offend my father," I said chuckling.
"What?" He asked dumbfounded. Confused like he truly trusted what I just said.
"I'm joking. But honestly, there are man that can get pregnant," I said as a matter of fact.
"And I'm not one of them. Fuck off," I wanted to retort but noticed we were arriving at the entrance and got close to his ear.
"We will see, won't we?" I whispered and let go of his hand. I let him go inside as I stayed back and smirked at his disappearing figure. I don't know why I had a feeling that Justin Bieber genuinely and truthfully could get pregnant.
Maybe it was the way that his female features gave his manly body the ultimate glow and beauty. Maybe it was something else, but whatever the hell it is that made me think Justin Bieber could walk around with a pregnant belly, only made me want to try that theory out.
Hell knows I will.
~*~
I walked out of backstage along with the guys and our favorite tomboy, Aide. We headed to the front of the stage just in front of the first row. Man, the perks of knowing the artist and working with them. You'd think that seeing him perform every single night would get old, wrong.
I don't know what it was that made me see every single show differently. The same songs were performed, the same people were dancing, the same loud screams were heard, even if they came from different people, and the same M&G pictures with another fit of screams would take place.
The lights went off and the big screen lighted up showing Justin speaking and doing the different things only damsel knows how to do. I stared at the screen for the fifth night in a row. Still not understanding how the person in that screen even let me kiss him that fateful day. Whatever the hell it was that made him call me back into his bedroom, God bless it.
The video ended and out came Justin in his usual small glass box. Who the fucks admits to being claustrophobic and scared of small spaces to go and do this? Honestly, I will never get to understand the Bieber logic. I'd be wasting my time.
~*~
The show ended with Justin wetting me all over. His little performance of sorry always gets me wet at the same time, every single night. You'd think I know better by now, but no, I still stand in the same spot. I walked backstage again and waited for Justin to dry up and change his clothes to start the M&G.
By the time Justin came out of the dressing room, my shirt was mostly dried. He looked at me before walking down the hallway and I rolled my eyes at his stupid attitude towards me. Why was he stressed now? I know I didn't do anything.
"What's up, Damsel?" I asked as I pulled up to him. He looked at me with a glare without saying a single word as he kept walking, "is it about the pregnancy thing?" I asked. Maybe I did do something.
"Shut the fuck up," he hissed as he slapped my arm.
"If you're so sure you can't get pregnant, why are you so defensive?" I asked with an arched brow.
"Shut up," he huffed. I chuckled and threw my arm around his shoulder.
"We are going to prove that theory of you getting pregnant wrong, aren't we?" I asked rhetorically.
"We are just kissing that we know of, so hop off that cloud," I held my chest with my free hand and faked hurt.
"Ouch, so all those dry humping days meant nothing to you?" I asked, "we were completely naked let me remind you," I stated.
"Shut the fuck up, King Kong," He hissed once again.
"Or maybe I should remind you when you put me in your mouth for the first time," I said before winking at him. He huffed and threw my arm off of him before walking up to the M&G room, leaving me behind.
Being left alone only made me get flashbacks of that day.
"Damsel, stop looking at it like it's going to eat you. Either suck it or don't," I said already getting tired of Justin staring at my cock.
"Don't fucking rush me. I'll suck it when and if I want to suck it. You don't tell me what to do," he said looking up at me.
"Well, at this rate my boner is going to wave at you goodbye," he groaned and sat on his knees before looking at me with a scowl.
"Put it on," he said grumpily. I smirked and took out a handful.
"What flavor, Damsel?" I questioned.
"Stop making it sound like that!" He whined like a brat.
"I'm just asking what flavor you want."
"Kiwi," he mumbled. I smirked and searched through the pile for the Kiwi flavored condom. Once I found it, I threw the rest to the side and ripped it open with my teeth.
"Wanna roll it in?" I asked. He looked at me for a second before nodding. I handed it to him and watched him crawl a little bit closer. He sat on his knees and grabbed me with one hand while the other placed the condom on the tip. He let go and started rolling the condom down until it reached the base.
Justin crawled back a bit and leaned down, his lips touching my tip. After a second of just staring, again, he opened his mouth and took me in making me close my eyes in a pleasurable hiss.
"Mmm" I moaned as his head started bobbing up and down, my tip touching the back of his throat. I opened my eyes and looked down at Justin to see those big brown eyes staring back at me.
While his eyes screamed innocence, the action being done at the moment shouted the opposite. There was nothing innocent about this but I loved every single bit of it.
My hand reached down and gripped his hair tightly making him whimper against me. I groaned softly as I threw my head back in pure bliss. His mouth embracing me in its wetness and warmth.
"Holy fuck," I moaned. His sucking got a little harsh making me hiss in pain, "Damsel, my dick is not a fruit, calm down," I said as I looked down at him. He blushed while looking at me and that did it.
His big, innocent eyes and rosie cheeks made me cum in the spot. I grunted loudly and pulled at his hair harshly. Once I was less shaky, I grabbed Justin's shoulders and brought him up to my eye level before I flipped us over and got in between his slim legs.
"Hand me the strawberry flavor," I ordered.
"What are you going to do?" He asked as he hesitantly passed me the condom.
"What does it look like I'm gonna do? I'm going to suck y-"
"Jason!" I snapped my head up to see Aide and Maxwell looking at me. I furrowed my brows and hummed in response.
"You might want to cover that boner up before you calm the madness that this M&G has turned into."
"What?" I asked lost. I looked down and indeed I had a bulge in my pants. Oh, fuck. Once my mind was fully on earth, I could hear the screams of the fangirls. It has never been like this, what the fuck? I fixed my shirt so that it was mostly covering my private and stepped inside.
"Yo! What the fuck is going on here?" I hollered over the screams making it come to a stop almost immediately, "if you are animals, you don't belong here," I said loudly for the people in the back.
"We are just trying to meet Justin. We are excited!" One girl replied back.
"Screaming though? You want him to go deaf or something? He is just like you, he gets annoyed too. Tone it down and wait for your turn calmly or else I'll escort Justin out of here myself," I kept saying over everyone else's chatter.
"You're so rude," another one retorted.
"If you don't like the way its being done, you can kindly fuck off," I said unaffected, "we don't like the way you're leaving everybody in here deaf."
I turned myself around and looked at Justin to see him looking back at me. His face looked tired even for a blind person.
"We'll talk later," I mumbled. He nodded and attended to the next person in line.
~*~
The M&G ended and I was now waiting for Justin to come out. Everybody was already heading to the busses leaving the venue almost empty. Justin finally came out but he was about to walk past me.
"Hey, Damsel?" I called out as I stopped him. He looked at me without saying a word, "what's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm tired," he said before pushing my arm away and walking off. Furrowing my brows, I stared at his disappearing figure in confusion.
What the hell has gotten into him?