#jason mccann one shot

[lamborghinibieber-blog]

10.30am | Obssesion: Jason Mccann

Monday morning. 10.30am. It was a rainy day, first one in a while. The temperature gladly was above zero, however the heavy wind did its job with making everyone shake a little as soon as they left their houshoulds. I did not particularly like the area here, but I guessed that the college around the corner was good and the high street had some good shops and fastfood, so it was very attractive for students. I wasn’t here to enjoy the location anyway, I was here for her, so the place did not matter as much, I shouldn’t even bother thinking about that.

This was the fourth first day of the week that I have spent on watching her. Crazy. I know.

Is it rude to call Y/N ‘her’? I mean, yeah, I know her name, but I don’t actually know her. I feel like this is just weird, names and nicknames are some kind of personal, I guess. I aim to be familiar to her, but until she introduce herself properly to me, I feel like ‘her’ will do me fine. Just for now, through. It’s still rude and I feel as I’m disrespecting her in some way, so as soon as I have a chance to meet her-…fuck, did that again. Okay, as soon as we meet I will control the use of this word. For now on, it stays.

There she was. Walking down the road with her earphones in, while carrying a small, black bag that I got so used to, I would probably freak out if she had something else on her.

She looked beautiful.

I loved the way she effortlessly looked so perfect, so flawless. Day by day. She never wore any make-up. Not that I can recall. I have seen her wear make up a few times on weekend, but I guess that is normal for girls. She still looked gorgeous with it all, she looked hella sexy. But, I got so used to her face being bare naked, with no extras on it; it was beautiful this way. I enjoyed it. She did not need to cover up at all. I found some of her flaws just ideal, it was almost like she had not a single thing that I hated upon her.

Sometime I really got worried for her, you know? As I was observing her, (because, ‘stalking’ does not seem very good and my attentions were good…partly) I came to realisation that she is absolutely clueless that someone is right behind her every day for a month now.

Ah, exactly a month today. Feels like our anniversary.

Anyways, she should be more wary. World is full of crazy people, I am a great example. I suppose that she is really safe at all time, because whenever I can I am truly around her, but what if she needed assistance and no one was there? Exactly, nothing. I refuse to believe that this little, vulnerable body would be able to provide a good quality self defence. Plus, she always looked lost in her mind and the earphones blocked all the sounds surrounding her. The car could be coming down her way and she wouldn’t even know. Sight, I really hope I am just over exaggerating.

Here I was now, walking behind her and making sure that she can safely get to college. I mean, I know she can, she is pretty much an adult, but I believe that she does need company or more of a guide. Like I have mentioned before, she is so little. So small and tiny. So cute and adorable. So innocent. And so fucking mine. She is and that is it.

It is Monday. I had to repeat those words to myself in my head to stop my body from stoping her, introducing me and trying to get to know her. This is hard. So fucking hard. I just wanna get with her so bloody much. I need to finally be around her, but I promised myself that I will wait till Friday before ‘accidentally’ bumping into her. Ah, that is four more days. Maybe even five if we will count today. Shit, that is a long ass time. Fuck.

I am now slowly following her into one of those super markets. If she won’t pick her usual salmon sandwich with can of coke and a chocolate bar I will be damned…Yeah, she did that just now. Honestly, why the fuck would you eat the same shit every day? Ain’t life too monotonous anyway? I mean, you do you, Y/N.

That’s the right time to go now. Tyler, her best friend is here and…That is actually weird, thought he starts later today? Shit, why would he come earlier? Just to see her? He better not. He better not be fucking early here for her, that will make me think some shit about him that he won’t like. Fuck. I don’t want to have to put my bullets straight through his fucking head or smash himself on the fucking wall until his eyes fucking pop up.

Jesus, Jason. Stop. He likes men. You know he likes men. Relax.

Yeah, anyways, (again…I need to have more control over my emotions, I already exploded few times and it is only Monday morning) Tyler has seen me more than once, which means he cannot think any suspicious things of me if we ever properly meet. I need to realise that he is in her life to stay and she obviously cares for him, which means that he cannot get hurt, cuz that will make my princess upset. I guess we can be friends, he seems, um…nice? I don’t know, don’t give two shits either.

I picked gums and a bunch of sweets from the shelves, heading over to pay for my items, as I couldn’t leave with empty hands, especially that I was in this shop almost everyday now. I paid for my things, handing the lady behind the counter the note, so she can keep the change and think I’m the nice guy. I’m not, but she definitely is a nice girl, I better somehow keep up.

Turning my head around just a bit, I had my quick glance at her before leaving the shop. Fuck, I already missed seeing her. Next time I will see her, I swear we will talk. Shit, I am so stressed out. I know myself, I can barely hold my tongue in intense situations. I just don’t wanna come out with “Y/N, I think of fucking you all the time, can I be balls deep in you?”. That wouldn’t sound appropriate for the first meeting. Okay, it will be fine. I am Jason Mccann and I am always fine, right?

Just four more days to go. Four. More. Days.

[biebsimagine]

Red Lipstick and Leather Jackets

I haven’t had the chance to read it over so I apologise for any mistakes!

In the middle of the room, there’s a desk ringing around in a circle. It’s made of marble and shaking vines of grey stone runs through the beige. The lights dangle from the high ceiling and they cast a yellow glow over every inch of the room.

People are standing around, leaning against tables, sitting on chairs. They hand over cheques and withdraw money, their hearts beating at a regular pace, much to Justin’s disappointment.

He can see Y/N standing just outside the double doors. Her hands are drumming against the side of her thigh while she looks from left to right. He can see she has her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her body and he knows it’s because her weapon is being held within.

Justin let’s his eyes linger on her for a few seconds longer than he should. As though she can feel his blazing eyes burning into her back, Y/N turns and glances in through the doors. She can see him watching her and she sends him a wink, followed by her blood-red lipstick sending him a kiss. He grins evilly with both lust and adoration for his girlfriend-stroke-sidekick and winks back in her direction, hoping no one catches on to dishonest scheme the man and woman in the matching leather jackets are preparing for.

In the small pocket of his jacket, the 44 Magnum gun sits quietly, it’s cool exterior burning his hand. The pad of his thumb tapped the side of it continuously as he awaited the perfect victim.

A well-built man walks by and Justin is far too experienced to know it would be a mistake to attack someone of that size, so he shifts his gaze away and manages to clock a man who seems to be trembling as he walks. Draped in a fancy suit with spectacles on the bridge of his crooked nose, the hair on the bank manager’s head is thinning and it’s clear to Justin that he’s the one he needs.

In two seconds Justin manages to turn swiftly and pull the man into a headlock so that his arm is digging into his Adam’s Apple. A shriek emits from the dry lips of Justin’s helpless prey and fingernails as sharp as pins dig into his arm. As a result, Justin presses the head of the gun against the shining temple of the man.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Justin whispers before pointing the gun back to the crowd of cowering people. “Now, listen up! Things are about to get interesting!” Justin lets out a sharp laugh with a huge grin on his face. There’s a mad look in his eye.

No one dares to move with the barrel of the gun staring at them, instead they raise their hands in the air or curl in up in a ball on the marble floor.

“I want all of you to sit pretty for a little while, I don’t really want to hurt any of you but if you move even a muscle, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out and paint a picture on these lovely marble walls with your innards.” He walks slowly into the middle of the room - the manager now sweating heavily under Justin’s grip - and still wears a devilish grin on his lips. “Now, come on Mr. Bank Manager. You’re gonna show me where you keep your treasure.”

“W-what do you want?” the shaking mess asks hesitantly.

“Have you not caught on yet? I want all of your money. D’you think you’ll be able to show me where you keep it?”

“We, we don’t keep it all here, on-only a percentage-“

“And that percentage is what I’m after. Lead the way, Sir,” Justin chuckles roughly into the manager’s ear and it sends a shiver down his spine. His feet threaten to give way beneath him but Justin’s grip forces him to stay on the balls of his feet.

The two men walk slowly around the room, Justin’s gun glares at anyone that makes the slightest movement or the slightest whimper of panic.

“There’s s-some in there.” A shaking finger points towards the cash register behind the high marble desk. “We have tills to-“

“I don’t need to know the bank’s fucking history,” Justin hisses and begins to stride towards the till. He frees the man of his strong hold and points the gun towards his head. “Open it.”

While Justin is busy making his way around the machines and the hidden safes throughout the bank, Y/N hangs around outside under the warm sun. There’s a gun hidden in the depth of her jacket and she can feel its figure against the palm of her hand. She can feel the high levels of power she has with such an object and it sends a wave of recklessness through her entire being.

She risks a glance inside every now and then and she’s able to see Justin pacing around. His hair falls in his face and every now and then, he’ll bother to swipe it back. She remembers the feeling of each strand passing her fingers when she does it for him.

He doesn’t have the slightest look of doubt or fear in the way the way he presents himself and she licks her lips with lust for him.

She realises she’s distracted herself and she quickly shifts her attention back to her surroundings. There’s men and women going about their day, oblivious to what they’d witness if they just turned their attention to anything but their phones or the pavement passing under their feet.

It takes at least another ten minutes before her phone buzzes in her pocket. Not wanting to look too suspicious, she takes her time pulling it out and answering it.

“Get in here, babygirl,” Justin’s deep voice rasps through her ear as though he was stood directly beside here. “I have some friends I want you to meet.” A throaty chuckle chases his words before the line cuts off. I turn on my heels and push open the double doors.

“There she is!” Justin grins madly while holding a gun to the man’s temple. “Mr. Bank Manager, you guys,” he says, waving the gun effortlessly towards the group of flinching men and women, “this is my sweetheart. Isn’t she a beauty?”

Y/N comes to Justin’s side, resting her arm on his shoulder. A small smile plays on her lips but she says nothing.

Robbing the banks and keeping watch is the part she loves; taking money from those who had too much, but frightening the victims and playing with their lives is Justin’s strong point.

“You know,” Justin starts, as though it was the first time he had spoken in a while. “This has been fun. We should do this again.”

The panic on the people’s faces doesn’t seem to disappear but instead, they seem to worsen.

“Princess.” Justin turns to look at Y/N. “After you,” he says and licks his lips when his eyes latch onto the bright red lipstick.

Y/N stares back, a subtle smirk now playing on her lips as she realises her favourite part is coming up; the part where the pair of them because insanely rich in a matter of seconds. She sways her hips because she knows Justin is watching, and her eyes shine onto the sacks that having kindly been filled to the brim with wads of money. She guessed it was Justin’s way of keeping the group busy. 

“Well,” Justin announces. “We’ll be getting off.” Y/N can almost hear the relief setting into everyone’s bodies at Justin’s words. “Is the van outside?” he mutters into her ear. It startles her because she isn’t aware he’d moved across the room. Turning to look at him, she can see him watching her with a hungry look. She nods. “Grab a bag, baby, this is all yours.”

She’s unable to let the idea of it have an affect on her because his lips come in contact with hers and she’s taken under. They’re hot, harsh and hungry for her, and she’s more than happy to give they what they want. Justin growls against her lips in the way he knows she loves, a wave of affection washes over her.

All the while, the gun in Justin’s hand has lowered and Y/N thought it was lucky that no one in the room had the confidence to strike while Justin was distracted.

She watches for a moment as he while his phone out of his pocket to call the few men they had dragged along to help them at this time. Y/N can’t help but notice how the roughness of his face makes him look so attractive. He has a slight mad look in his eyes and she adores it. She remembers a few nights ago when she told him she thought a beard would suit him, and she notices he’s now a few days unshaven.

He turns back to the crowd and continues watching guard, the gun was now in full force. She has to shake her head from left to right to bring herself out of the trance she’d fallen into before grabbing a few of the hefty bags and heading for the door. It opens as her fingers are about to wrap around it, and three familiar faces appear.

She doesn’t have to speak to them; they merely nod at her before silently making their way towards the heap of bags of money. Y/N can hear Justin entertaining the group as they load the van.

Because they’re eager to escape with success, it takes just under fifteen minutes for all the bags to be transferred. Once they’re ready, Justin begins to retreat for the door, making sure the group of - still - shaking men and women don’t move a muscle.

“If you’re going to call the police, please refrain from doing so until we’ve managed to get within a decent radius,” Justin chuckles and the hard grin makes another appearance. “Pleasant day to you all.”

He makes an effort to get to the door as quick as his feet can take him, and once the door is slammed shut and the cool wind is stroking his skin, he lets out a breath before jumping into the front seat of the van. It feels heavy with success.

“Get out,” he says to the three men hunched over in the back. He speaks again before they can protest. “You’ll get your share soon, just get out, and I’d run if I were you.”

A few incoherent curse words are thrown into the air but Justin doesn’t seem to care. The door is slammed shut and not even a second later, Justin and Y/N are gliding around the back of the building at full speed.

“We did it again, babydoll,” Justin grins with triumph, it seems to get bigger when his foot steps harder against the pedal. The engine roars like a riled lion.

“When do we ever fail?” She returns the grin and a familiar look washes across his face like a mask.

“You can have anything you want. What do you want, baby? Anything in your wildest dreams, it can be yours.”

“Just you.”

Justin loves her response, and he has to refrain from growling. A hot rush blinds his sight and he presses his foot down even further, the outside world is one big blur as they speed down the highway.

“Yeah?” he replies before throwing his head back and laughing. “That’s a very dangerous thing to say, babydoll. You know damn well if you play with fire, you get burned.”

His hair is wild and ruffled and she decides he looks beautiful.

“I could snap you like a twig, I could cut you like a rope.” He takes his eyes off of the road to look at her, and all he can see is affection. He’s overcome with adoration and is almost unable to control the hand that reaches across to touch her throat. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

The two of them are hurtling at full speed, and Justin shows now signs in slowing down. His fingers tickle her throat, but make her skin burn, too. He pressed them in deep for only a few seconds before retracting them suddenly.

“I adore you,” Justin licks his lips and Y/N feels a strong desire to bite down on the bottom one. “I very much want you to play with me, I want you to play with me, even if you know you have a relatively high chance of being burned to death.”

Justin takes Y/N’s hand in his own. His grip is strong and dominant around her small and fragile one. His hot lips drop the psychotic smirk to kiss the top of her hand, it leaves a burning sensation.

[jujubieberbae]

HOW MUCH LONGER? Pt 4 - JASON MCCANN

Heart pounding, head throbbing and skin sheeted in a thin layer of sweat as I bounced up and down. He lay in the same state as me, only with less of a relaxed expression and more of a tensed one. Instantly, without having to think I knew it was because of my rank. Who I was.

Y/N fucking L/N. Americans most wanted female.

Continuing my thrusts in an upbeat pase, I almost screamed in rage once feeling his hands snake up my thighs to grip my waist. He knew well who was in charge. And I didn’t like getting being touched, not even while I was having sex.

Only he could touch me. No one compared to him.

And this guy was not him.

With a snarl on my lips, I allowed my head to roll down to face the boy underneath me, showing I was not happy with his choice of where to position his hands.

The boy instantly retreated his hands back down to the white sheets, where his fists curled around the fabric instead.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He growled, voice strained and raspy.

“Me too.” It came out almost as a whisper. My pase fastened at the feeling of my high approaching but I’ll admit, it did take a little longer then I hoped for it to finally approach and take a hold of me.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, I finally threw myself onto the bed beside me, the boy underneath me making no effort to move.

“That…was amazing.” He sighed breathlessly. My face twisted slightly at the words. Was it really that good? Definetly didn’t feel like it.

“Yeaahh-noo not really.” I dragged out. But the boy seemed Unphased by my words.

suddenly turning towards me, a hand snaking around my waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, an awkward feeling placed itself over my shoulders at the non existent attempt this boy was making at leaving.

I really didn’t think this guy was one to fuck and stay. I honestly thought that after a good fuck, he would leave. Which both he did none of.

My eyes wide in shock, body stiff as a rock, it was only a few seconds that had passed before I cleared my throat and shrugged his arm off my waist.

“Yeah I’m not one for one night stands. Think of this more as a booty call.” I explained, scooting my way off the bed.

“Wait, you want me to leave?” He asked in disbelief.

“Precisely!” I smiled.

After running around the room, picking up the few discarded clothing items which he had been wearing at the club we met in earlier, a look of shock hit his face as I aggressively threw his clothes over to him, showing no interest in the boy after a rather intimate 20 minutes.

He didn’t move. Staring at the clothing in his lap with a blank, almost saddened expression, but no sympathy was evident on mine. As I stood watching the boy which I had not learnt the name of, an agitated sigh escaped my lips at his attempt of leaving. Finally becoming fed up with his clinginess.

“Can you hurry up and get the fuck out?!” I spat.

The boys eyes shot up to mine in shock, quickly scurrying off the sheets to slide his alcohol stenched clothing back on.

With a roll of my eyes, I watched as he pathetically stumbled around the room in attempt to ready himself in a short amount of time before finally beginning to make his way towards my bedroom door.

A smile fell upon my face at the realization that he was finally leaving, and decided that it was probably best if I lead him out the house myself, instead of risking him walking into a confidential room and expose a stash of something illegal.

After throwing my silk, ankle length robe on, I crept out of the room in attempt to not wake anyone up at this hour of the night, it was a reliever to finally make it to the front door.

As I opened the barrier for the boy, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes when he turned back around to look my way just seconds before he was outside.

“I had really good time tonight.”

Here we go.

“Really?” I asked sarcastically in a unamused tone while looking doing on my nails.

“I mean, yeah. And I was wondering if you would maybe wanna do something else together?” He smiled.

My eyes wondered to the ceiling in bordom, not giving two shits about what this kid had to say.

“Yeah you see, I would do that but…you kinda sucked, and I’m not really looking for a relationship, especially with some minor from a shitty club.” I fired, eyeing the boy in disapproval.

His face fell, eyes showing defeat before I pushed him the extra few feet back and shut the door with a lock in his face.

“Well aren’t you a delight to speak too.” His voice was smug with a hint of morning rasp to his tone, emitting that he had either just woken up or had just been dosing off.

My body spun around to meet his figure standing lazily at the door frame with an arm resting against it. He looked amazingly sexy standing by the entrance with nothing but the dim hallway light to illuminate his body. But in between the dark shadows and small amount of light, you could just make out his detailed tattoos inked onto his godly body.

Which may I say was almost completely bare.

A pair of grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, exposing not only his signature Calvin Kleins, but also a well defined v-line which sadly dissapeared into the waistband of his clothes.

“What are you doing awake?” I questioned.

“I’m a criminal Y/N. I practically sleep with one eye open, I can wake up to the sound of a pin dropping, and in case you haven’t realized, your a lot louder then a pin.” He sighed, running a hand through his bed head.

“Jealous?” I smirked to which he scowled.

“I’m not jealous of some flat chested fuckboy” Jason growled to which my smirk grew.

“It’s kind of hard to be jealous of yourself Jason.”

“Real mature! I wasn’t jealous.” He spat. “I just wanted to get some sleep but you and your everlasting fuck buddy don’t know what indoor voices are.”

My eyes trailed over his fingers tangled in his hair, licking my lips slightly to gain moisture from the sudden loss. Oh what those fingers could and have done to me. “Yeah well now you know how I feel when you decide to play with your toy.”

Jason chuckled, his eyes closing as he shook his head at the ground. “You always have something to say. Don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t be most wanted female if I didn’t. No one controls me. Never have, never will.” I added

“You see, that’s where I come in.” He stepped forward. “Being americas most wanted male. I was able to control you. That’s what makes me so bad.”

“Shut up, you didn’t control me!” I retorted. “If anything, i controlled you! That’s what makes me so bad.”

“No sweetheart, you must be mistaken. I control - others play along. Not the other way round.”

My heart fluttered at the nickname. Sweetheart. Even if it was sarcastic, I still missed the nicknames he had for me. In fact, I just missed him in general.

“What-the-fuck-ever Jason. I’m not in the mood for you tonight!” I shouted, hands wailing around widely.

“Wow, was the fuck that bad?” He chuckled to which I scowled. “Wouldn’t blame him, you always seemed to pick up bad fucks.” He chuckled but he really just inflicted this one himself.

“Then it’s no wonder I picked up you.”

Jason’s chuckle ceased, eyes burning with a unlit flame. No one ever calls Jason McCann a bad fuck and gets away with it but I couldn’t help and push his buttons today. He wouldn’t dare do anything to me.

Jason’s movements began with a few slow steps before picking up to a fast stride. Hands both fisted at his sides in anger before he was only a mere few inches in front of my face.

With one hand pushing me to the door, the other punching the wall beside me, startling me ever so slightly. His face was so close that with every breath he took, I could see his nose flaring. Eyes burning holes through my own.

“Say it again. I dare you.” He spat lowly.

I knew it was sarcastic and practically printed in ‘no’s! But my mind was telling me to press his buttons a little harder and see how far we could lead him on. Because something in my head knew he wouldn’t hurt me, even if he wanted to.

“Your a bad fuck.” I rephrased slowly.

Shocking me sightly once a literal growl left his throat, my eyes burned in shock and amusement while watching the boy.

“You think your fucking funny. So fucken smart? 'Jason and I dated, he wouldn’t hurt me’. Well guess again princess. Might wanna rethink that.”

“Okay give me a minute….yeah still the same. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” I smirked.

“You sure about that?”

“110 percent.”

“Well your wrong.” He spat.

“Oh yeah?” I growled. “Prove it.”

Jason stopped, his eyes softening slightly as he slowly and barely noticeably stepped back.

“C'mon Jason.” I pressed on. “Prove it. Show me that there is nothing between us stopping you. Prove that you still don’t feel anything for me, and hit me!”

He did nothing. “C'mon! Don’t be a pussy. Hit me! If your so baddass.”

Still nothing. That’s when my voice fell a few octaves, my tone matching his features - soft and sad. “Show me that you don’t still love me, the way I still love you, and beat me. Hit me so hard I fall to the floor. Punch my so agrresively I’ll bruise. Just do something because this is killing me! I need you to do something I can hate you for because I feel like shit knowing that what we are now is all my fault.”

Tears began welling in my eyes. Shocking not only me but Jason as well. I don’t cry, but then Again neither does he. Yet he still managed to shed a few tears the day i left. How do we do this to each other? I dont know.

“Please.” I begged, voice weak. “Just make me hate you cause loving you is too much…. Please.”

Jason stood staring for a while before looking down at the floor, eyes turning red and puffy, but not glossy with tears. At least not yet. “I can’t. I can’t because then I’d never be able to forgive myself. Knowing I hurt the person I love.”

My heart fell. Love?

“I thought I hated you after realizing that I did nothing wrong. That you left me believing it was all my fault. I tried moving on with another girl, going on more missions and even trying to force myself to hate you but I didn’t. I couldn’t. It’s like your family. No matter how hard you try to get rid of them you can’t. Cause they will always - not matter what - be family. Just like you always - no matter what - will be the girl I love.”

“Jason.” I sobbed.

“I know.”

Without another thought, I was In his arms, diving into his chest. Not even realizing that a small puddle of tears had formed on my own shoulder as well as Jason’s chest.

“I’m sorry.” I cried.

“Me too baby girl. Me too”

***

One more chapter to go!!!

[dejavudrew-blog]

9. “and you never thought to tell me?” *

A strange feeling of homesickness bubbled inside of you as you glanced around at all of the foreign bodies. Obviously, it had been awhile since you’d been home or seen any of your family. You had been noticing more and more that all of the things you used to complain about before you had left home were making you restless in their absence. This trip was supposed to distract you from everything: your family, college, work. Those had been the rules. He knew you would break them, that’s what you did; you thought until you couldn’t think anymore and then you still did. The only time you were ever not thinking was when he was ravishing you, making you come. So that was his main duty over the duration of your trip; he had done a great job, you had to admit.

It was the last day of your vacation and, like every night, everyone was celebrating; what they were so happy about you would never know. Of course, you were happy, and you tried to convince yourself of that; but the truth is most of the time you weren’t and you couldn’t make yourself be happy. You also tried to convince yourself that you were an amazing actress and that Jason didn’t know you were unhappy. As he watched you from the other side of the room, he couldn’t deny it though, you weren’t having any fun. 

A woman clad in nothing but quaint underwear and fairy lights approached you with a sympathetic smile on her face. In that moment you hoped that she wasn’t going to offer you weak ass girl talk, what you really wanted was a lap dance. What you really wanted was to fuck her. What you really wanted was to be able to go back to your parents and tell them you weren’t confused and give them proof. What you wanted was to not feel so ashamed in the first place, like you had something to prove. 

“You here all alone?” She wondered, looking up towards the bar where her boss must be before nodding (an action she had tried to make subtle) and sitting down next to you. Her scent washed over you as she leaned toward you and started playing with your hair, “I mean, you’re gorgeous, you haven’t gotten picked up yet?”

“I’m here with someone,” you told her. You didn’t know why but you wanted to tell her you were alone. Would the result be different? It wasn’t as if she wanted to date you anyway. You looked up and over the crowd for the last place you saw Jason before you told him you were going to dance in order to escape and find a place to sit. His intrigued eyes watched as the stripper flirted with you even as you gestured over to him, “That’s my boyfriend, Jason.” To her, he held up a hundred dollar bill, completely speaking her language. She began to get up to walk over to him except he gestured for her to sit and began making his way over to you two.

“And what’s your name?” Despite the fact that she was just about to leave when simply shown money, you still believed she was actually interested. She put on a good act; even better if your boyfriend has good money. You told her your name and asked for hers just as Jason was arriving within hearing distance, “I’m Salice.” You knew that wasn’t her real name and couldn’t help but admire the secrecy of it all. Nobody knew her real identity, she would take off the lights and go home and be a different person, anyone she wanted to be. “So, I think we should go somewhere a little more private.” 

In your head, you could hear the record scratch. She ruined it. Your boyfriend never allowed for strippers to take advantage of him and taking people to the “private rooms” was how they did it. Lap dances were three times as much as they were in the front of the club back there. But when you looked up at him, he was nodding, looking at you, “I was thinking the same thing.” Jason offered her a hand which she eagerly took but when she was standing, he turned her toward you, “As long as you’re cool with focusing on her.”

He’d never done this before and you couldn’t imagine why he was doing in now. Many times before, you had had the talk about how little he liked to share and you had never even thought anything like this would be a thought in his mind. Yet here he was, handing her a couple bills as she took your hand, placing it on her exposed collarbone and up over her shoulder. Salice began leading you away from the party and you could see her smile excitedly at one of the bartenders. You looked over your shoulder at Jason who was, thankfully, following behind you both. He smiled at you, grabbing your ass under your satin dress.

She guided you down a long hallway, her fairy lights blinking like an airport runway, leading the way. At the end of the hallway was a door identical to all of the others, this one must be “hers”, you thought as she pulled a key out of her bra and opened the door. The room was just like a bigger version of the booth Jason had been sitting in before. Salice pulled you over to the right side of the room and finally let go of you so you could sit down. You watched as Jason sat across from you, bringing his feet up to the table in the middle of the room. He smiled vaguely at you, not giving away any of his motives. The both of you nodded as Salice told you she was going to go turn on some music and you rushed over to stand in front of your boyfriend. “What the fuck is this, Jason?”

“You give me so little credit for knowing you, Y/N,” he took your hand, intertwining your fingers, “Now I know why you wanted to escape your family so bad. You’re bisexual aren’t you?” 

You shook your head but before he could say anything, his wide eyes full of apologies, you revealed the actual cause of your anguish, “I’m pansexual.” Jason’s eyebrows furrowed but before he could ask the godforsaken question, a Rihanna song started playing from the huge speakers and Salice was coming back over to you asking if you were ready. You nodded but sat next to Jason. He moved away from you slightly which made your head snap over, terrified that he was moving away because of your confession. His eyes stayed on yours, though, and he had the same amount of excitement in them as before, the same amount of love. He held your hand as Salice began. 

She had removed the lights, leaving her only in her skimpy red two-piece lingerie set as she brought her round ass down onto your lap. Your legs were together, guarded, symbolizing how tense you felt inside. A gasp left your lips as your boyfriend reached over and pulled your legs apart by your thigh, the action causing her butt to slip into the crevis between your thighs. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. It only stayed there for a couple moments before Jason reached over yet again, this time pulling your lip free and then pressing his against it. 

You attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but only the one closest to him could make it as the other got caught around Salice’s waist as she continued to knead her ass against you. She took your hand, rubbing it down her incredibly smooth leg just as Jason’s tongue entered your mouth, caressing yours. You were intoxicated by the affection from both of them, overwhelmed almost; you pulled your lips away from Jason’s but he moved them almost instantly to your neck. She ran your hand from her kneecap up over her clothed pubic area and stomach before standing up and turning around. Both you and your boyfriend watched as she climbed onto your lap. 

One of her hands cupped your breast over your thin satin dress you, thankfully, didn’t need to wear a bra with; her other hand ran through Jason’s brown hair. You let her touch him for about three seconds before snatching her hand away from him to which he simply chuckled at the display of jealousy. Suddenly, Jason stood up and whispered something softly into the stripper’s ear. They talked back and forth quietly for a moment while she remained on your lap facing toward you, sure to keep their voices lower than the music; then she stood up and began to leave the room, grabbing a robe on the way out. 

You were left alone on the firm cushioned bench as Jason walked over to the high tech stereo and lowered the music to background noise. When he returned, he sat next to you before pulling you onto his lap in the same position Salice had been to you not minutes before: straddling him. You didn’t move as he brought his hand up to the side of your face, content yet reserved. Finally, he spoke, “So, you’re not straight. And you never thought to tell me?” You knew this question would come but you hadn’t expected it first; you were at a loss for words. “Look, I get that it’s hard, baby, but I thought we told each other everything.”

“We do, it’s just...” he waited patiently for the words to come to you, “It’s just hard to explain and I knew you wouldn’t understand. I also didn’t want you to ask if we could have a threesome or an orgy or something stupid like that because I would have to break up with you on the spot. And I didn’t want you to worry any more than I know you already do about other people taking me from you. Plus, I just didn’t know what to say.”

“Mm, well right now, I’ll tell you what to say,” Jason said, he paused for a moment before pushing you suddenly onto your back against the bench, “Nothing,” he finished as he knelt on the ground and pulled you to the edge. He was taking this better than you had thought he would. “If you make one fucking sound I’ll stop, got it?” He didn’t even see you eagerly nodding before your legs were apart and he was ripping off your soaking panties. His mouth connected with you as soon as it could. 

Your jaw ached with the amount of pressure needed to keep you from moaning continuously as Jason nursed your clit harshly. He wasn’t going easy on you because he was hurt by your action, but he understood or else he wouldn’t be here at all. You knew he wasn’t kidding about stopping, though, if you made a noise; his tongue ran rapidly up and down your soaking center in an attempt to make you slip up. The whole time, you panted, shook, clenched, but you made not one noise even as you came. 

“Good girl,” he waited not a second to flip you over and enter you from behind, holding onto your hips as his thrusts became harsher and harsher against you. Your skin was stinging with the impact. “Now I want you to tell me you’re pansexual how you should have months ago. I want a full speech and explanation and you’re not allowed to come again until I’m satisfied. Got it?” He didn’t allow you to answer before slapping your ass (a sensation that simply mixed with the other stinging pain you were feeling right now) and demanded that you begin. 

“J-Jason,” you choked out, moaning slightly before readjusting yourself and continuing, “I-I know you might not quite... might not quite get it but I’m- pansexual.” He was going much slower now, hitting better angles with more calculated, precise strokes. Somehow it was harder this way. “It means th-that I like people for their- their personality and not their g-gender,” you were cut off by a moan once again, pushing yourself up onto your hands to which he instantly pushed you back down. “My... my parents refuse to understand I just... I just didn’t want you to not get it,” you yelled out slightly, biting your lip, “Can I come yet?”

“Not yet,” Jason grunted, bringing his hand down on your ass roughly. There would surely be a handprint there later but the effect had you clenching around him in arousal, “Tell me everything you did wrong.”

“I-I kept something from you...” you paused, letting amorous noises leave you uncontrollably as you climbed closer and closer to orgasm. He pushed the material of your dress up even higher, the satin feel on your skin making your mouth water. Jason slapped your ass again to prompt you to continue but you were at a loss, not sure what else there could be. “And- and... and I don’t know what else is there is, Jay.”

“Don’t forget,” he forced out through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming incredibly brutal, “That you didn’t trust me.” You were immediately brought out of your cloud of arousal and you got up on your hands again, turning around before he could push you back down again. Sitting on the bench, you ignored the sticky dampness on your backside and looked up at him. He was fuming, hands clenched at his side and you weren’t sure if he was more angry that he hadn’t gotten to come or that he thought you didn’t trust him. 

“Hey,” you said softly, taking one of his clenched hand in both of yours, “I trust you, of course, I trust you. This just isn’t something that a lot of people understand and... I guess I didn’t want to hear one of the typical responses that people give. The jokes are just... awful. And I’ve heard them all, I was just worried that you wouldn’t know what to say.”

He didn’t say anything, pulling his pants back up to recover himself before sitting next to you. “I would need for you to explain it, I guess, but... y’know I love you I wouldn’t have said anything stupid because I love you. Don’t you know that?”

“I do now, and I’m sorry,” you rubbed your hand over his thigh gently, trailing over the tent in his pants as slowly as humanly possible. You squeezed him tightly, “Can I show you how sorry I am?”

“If you didn’t ask, I was gonna show you how sorry you should be,” he told you, grabbing your chin and pressing your lips together again. 

[hamiltonaf]

Jason McCann - Mr. McCann (Best Friend) - (Part 2)

A/N: As requested by you guys. Hope you all enjoy ! Check out the first part if you haven’t, link below. Much love .xx

Credit to @sensualkisses for GIF

(PART 1)

“Oh okay yeah that’s fine, I don’t mind. Make yourself comfortable” I said and gestured towards the couch across the my desk. She laid down on it and after a few moments of silence she started to throw questions at me. “So Y/N, if you don’t mind, can I ask you a few questions ?” she asked as she stared up at the ceiling and dared not to make eye contact with me.

“Go on” I said and carried on writing in my diary. “Why haven’t you moved out, start a new life after college or university and open up your own business instead of staying with Jason, and being partners ?” A question that really made me think as to why I’m still here. “Well we’ve been best of friends since high school. I’ve had his back all the time and he has mine. We’re inseparable I guess you could say. Even though he shows his bad side to many people, he never does to me. He’s everything to me honestly” I said as I started to daydream and think about all of our memories together.

She got up abruptly and turned to look at me “Then why haven’t you guys decided to get together and tie the knot already ? I myself can see that you’re into him. He seems to be the only oblivious one out of everyone, not realizing that you guys are meant for each other.” Oh how the tables have turned, to think that she wanted him, she was basically shipping us this whole time.

I didn’t reply. “Look I know this may be all a shocker to you but last week I just had a feeling that what I was doing was all wrong. If it makes you happy, Jason and I didn’t sleep with each other last week. We just had dinner, talked, made out and that was it.” Than why the hell did he call her this week if he didn’t get any sexual pleasure from her last week.

I dropped my pen and turned to look at her. “The only reason I’m shocked is because you’re the only girl who he called over and doesn’t seem interested in money, yet here you are trying to get Jason and I to become one. Also the fact that he called you here again, which he never does and you guys didn’t do anything sexual. Is their something I’m missing here ?”

“Well I guess theirs only one way to find out” she said.

We waited until later this afternoon when it was peak hour and it was time to close up. I of course was going to be the last one to leave. Jason didn’t say a word, just simply entered my office and called up Malia then left. Guilt ? If so, why ?

I got home safely and into the kitchen to leave my car keys. The house was oddly silent, far too silent. Is anyone even home ? I left my purse on the kitchen counter and walked upstairs. Might as well check if I’m home alone or not so I can make plans. I walked to Jason’s room and put my ear against the door in hopes of not hearing moans. I knocked on the door and it opened on its own. Oh great, no one is home. I sighed in relief, I like the house to myself from time to time.

I kicked off my heels and went back to the kitchen to get myself some food. I made grilled chicken and vegetables, I honestly can eat this all day. As I scrolled through my phone whilst drinking water, the door burst open. There was Malia and Jason making out, hands on each other, lips stuck to one another. I lightly coughed, I deserve some recognition and respect around here.

“This is my house too and I would appreciate it if you don’t do that in front of me whilst I enjoy my delicious meal. Thanks” I faked a smile and went back to eating. From a side eye view I could see Malia trying to fix her hair and dress, Jason just removed his tie and through it on the couch.

“Wanna finish this upstairs ?” Malia giggled. I can tell she’s drunk, this won’t last long.

“You head on upstairs, I’ll catch up with you in a bit” Jason said in a plain tone. Well at least he isn’t drunk. Looks like he decided to be responsible for once in his life.

“Okay sure thing babe” she pecked him once more and bit his lip as a tease as she made her way upstairs to his bedroom. He ain’t coming hunny.

He opened up the fridge, grabbed himself a bottle of water and took a sip. I carried on eating as if they weren’t here 5 minutes ago. He pulled up the seat beside me and sat down. What could he possibly want to talk about now ?

“So Y/N I’ve been thinking…” he spoke. I didn’t say anything as a reply for him to go on. “I think I should put an end to the whole hook up thing and stick to one girl” Jason said. Boy say what. I dropped my fork in surprise, is this reality because I never thought that Jason McCann would come to this point.

“You lie” I said plainly. “This isn’t a joke Y/N, I think I caught some feelings for someone and well I just want to stick to that one person” he said then bit his lip. “That’s great Jason, I’m really happy for you” I said as nicely as possible and went on eating because if it ain’t me who he’s interested in then why should I care ? What’s the point in hearing someone go on about someone they’re in love with that’s not you when you’re in love with them.

The silence has come upon us. I finished up my meal and washed the dishes, yet Jason still sat in the same chair and stared at me. Is their something wrong with me ?

“So why aren’t you upstairs already with Malia ?” I asked as I wiped my hands. He stood up and walked towards me “Well she’s probably passed out by now since she’s drunk, I decided to be the better person and not drink tonight” he said smiling.

“I’m honestly really proud of you, this girl must really have some affect on you. Not drinking and not having sex all in one night. Some record you set their McCann” I smiled and headed towards the stairs to my room, he followed behind me.

“Well what can I say, I have to impress my love” he grinned. He sat on my bed as I went ahead in my closet to get changed into my pyjamas.

“Look Jason I’m really proud of you for your effort of progress to be a better person but don’t you think the girl you love deserves to know ?” I asked.

“Well she will eventually, I’m just afraid of commitment, you know that” he said lowly. I came out 2 minutes later - in a crop top paired with shorts - and sat next to him on the bed. He took a good look at me but I just brushed it off “If you ever need help or advice, you always know that I’m here for you. Drop by here anytime even if you just want some comforting okay” I said as I rubbed his back and lightly smiled.

“Thanks Y/N it means a lot” he said and engulfed me in tight hug. “So when are you planning on confessing your love for Malia ?” I asked and crossed my legs over, leaning back on my bed. “Woah no need to jump to conclusions. Who said it’s Malia ?” He asked in his cocky tone.

“Well I just assumed and kinda did the math. She’s the only girl you’ve hooked up with that has been called twice and most importantly you guys haven’t hooked up, you’ll just made out” I said shrugging my shoulders stating the obvious. “And how do you know that ?” He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

“Girls tell each other everything. Duh” I rolled my eyes. Should’ve learnt that by now. “Righttt…"he said. “Why did you call her twice anyways if you don’t have any romantic interest for her ?” I questioned out of curiosity. Why did he ?

“To make my lover jealous. Is it working ?” He asked. “You’re asking the wrong person, I’m not her” I laughed. Where is this conversation going ? The awkward silence hits again.

“You should probably go to bed now, we have work tomorrow and well you have Malia to take care of” I faked a smile and opened the door for him. I’m so rude but ugh this is too awkward. “Yeah I should probably get going, this was a good conversation. I should make more time for these. Maybe theirs more to us that we don’t know” he said and placed his hands in his pockets.

He’s still wearing his white shirt unbuttoned halfway down with his sleeves rolled up, straight cut black pants and formal dress shoes. Is it bad that I want to kiss his right now because he’s looking so damn fine.

“Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning” I lightly shouted as he walked off to his room across the hall. “Night boo” he said and slammed the door. I closed the door behind me and sighed in relief. I got into bed and stared at the ceiling in hopes of falling off to sleep.

It’s been 45 minutes yet still no luck because only one question seems to cross my mind is who is he in love with ? I was struck away from my daze - there was a knock on my door. Pushing the door open and praying it was Jason on the other side with an answer to my question. Surprise surprise. God had answered my prayers.

“Sorry to disturb you, I just thought on checking on you because I couldn’t sleep” he said. He stood before me in just shorts. His body. Good gracious. “I’ve been awake for the last 45 minutes but no luck” I said and bit my lip. “I see, may I come in ?” he asked. I moved aside for him as he closed the door behind him.

He laid next to me with his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling. I laid beside him and just ran my fingers through my hair. “Its you” he said breaking the silence. “What about me ?” I asked and turned my body to look at him, he was already looking back at me.

“I’m in love with you” he said. “Oh… wow” I said in shock and sat up on my bed. “Look I know it may be a lot to take in, I couldn’t hold it in anymore but -” he went on but I cut him off “How long ?” “About a year ago or way before. It was until earlier this year that I decided that I’ll eventually confess my feelings for you” he said and sat up as well.

“Why wait this long to tell me Jason. We’ve been best friends for so many years now” I said with hurt in my voice. “You’ve known me since high school, ever since high school I haven’t ever been in a relationship, it was always the hook ups and I was afraid of ruining our friendship” he said.

“I honestly hate you” I said, not making eye contact with him. “Why ? What did I do ?” He asked curiously. “It took an idiot like you so many years to finally realise that you like me when I’ve been liking you all these years” I said annoyed.

“How was I supposed to know ? I did the whole hook up thing to see if I actually did have true feelings for you and if it wouldn’t change. If it makes you happy, the hook ups weren’t actual hook ups but rather me and some girl sharing a few kisses or sometimes not. That’s it” he said. I lightly slapped his face. “Ouch what was that for ?” He whined. “A slap from reality. You’ve finally came through” I giggled and leaned in for my lips to finally meet his.

[zustinviews]

Fake Text: 'Friends' 

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Request: 'Can you do a fake text or imagine where "friends" comes out and jay is to excited. y/n hasn't heard it - jay wants to see her reaction. they listen to it together and y/n pranks and tell that she doesn't like it or something like that. ❤️’

[ilkkawhat]

1. What do you think is Nick’s greatest strength? 2. His weakness?

I've thought long and hard about this all day and I think to answer both, it's his empathy.

It's a strength in the way for the exact reason he points out to Grissom--you can't ignore the human element when it comes to the cases they work. It adds that extra layer of idk, not necessarily urgency but in some ways, yes. Would they have found Cassie alive in Gum Drops had Nick not been so personally driven because he was rescued so why couldn't this little girl, who's proven to be smart, to be a survivor, like him, why couldn't she live too? He gets more details talking to victims and suspects and witnesses like an emapthizing person would rather than some of the other CSIs. Look at the way he talked to Tommy in Death and the Maiden--which honestly I will forever think was the second installment in the exploration of Nick's childhood trauma trilogy with Overload, that ep, and Let's Make a Deal though they weren't like, as outright about it in DatM. Look at the way he talked to that one kid in I think a season two/three episode who had wet the bed--really any of the kids he talks to and helps, and helps him in return. The way he comforts his fellow CSIs (Sara in Empty Eyes always gets me, "she didn't have to die alone" because he damn near did back in that box and that's probably all he could think about), the way he's driven when one of them are in trouble, just...sort of the way he's kinda like, idk, the soul of the team?

Now that's not to say it's not a weakness--we watch him unravel and actually break down because he empathized too much with Haley in Turn, Turn, Turn and beats himself up cause he didn't do more for her. We watched him get close to Jason McCann only for the kid to turn on him and nearly kill him (and that's when another weakness of his shone through--his own explosions of anger) and saw him get to a point (before he knew the kid was involved, sure,) where he said: I'm not afraid to die, let's see if they are because he was just so wound up and had disregarded his own life (and really, I always felt like he already did ever since Warrick died, he grew more and more reckless which I think is another weakness of his) and it did land him in some hot water in a few season 4 episodes with warrick and sara (which built up to his "so what?" speech to grissom in 4x11) And I think that stubbornness he gets when people do prod him about his empathy, or when he feels that there is an injustice towards someone he kinda feels for (like that kid in compulsion and how he was super stubborn, and rightfully so, with how pushy Cavaliere was getting)

some other minor weaknesses would again, be that recklessness with his life esp in those later seasons where it seems like he thinks he's indestructible, his reluctance to get therapy, his reluctance to truly talk about his feelings, the occasional short fuse of his anger, his loyalty can cause a fault--oh and that's another part of the empathy, with how loyal he was to Ray and how they both fucked things up for themselves in season 11, his ignorance--which he does get better with as the series goes on

but also some more strengths of his: the loyalty esp when he was challenged by ecklie to try and throw grissom under the bus and did his best not to feed into it, his attention to detail and strong intuition, his endurance (I firmly believe nobody else would have survived grave danger), his charm--he seems to get along with pretty much everybody not to say he doesn't have a few people he has spats with, his courage in those situations which, a bit tragically, do make him a hardened individual who can get back up after getting shot at and who literally rose from a premature grave and I guess this bit lends into that empathy again, but just...his passion. the way that when he loves somebody, he is devoted (no matter what kind of love, platonic/romantic) and always seems like he will do whatever he can/needs to for those he loves

[jbcums]

Clingy -Part 2-

PART 1

Your P.O.V 

it was now the next morning and Justin still hadn’t come downstairs yet. He didn’t come down last night to apologize either. He normally would is we have had a fight and I end up sleeping on the couch. He’ll always lay next to me and apologize but this time, he didn’t. 

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs making me tense up. This is going to be awkward. 

I turned towards the door as it opened and in came a fresh faced Justin. 

“You sleep good?” He asked, walking over the fridge with a bounce in his step. 

“Does it look like I did?” I asked sarcastically, referring to my tired state. 

“I wouldn’t know. you stormed out the bedroom in a huff last night” He said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“You know why I ‘stormed off’ as you so politely put it” I said, taking a sip of my tea. 

“I know why. I just don’t know why you decided to be all dramatic about me calling you clingy. i never said I didn’t like it” He said, sitting at the counter and seat away from me. 

“You insinuated. It was obvious in your tone that you don’t like the fact that I’m ‘clingy’” i said, putting speech marks around clingy with my fingers. 

“See. Your trying to start something again. i’m trying to solve this” He said, slamming the cup down on the counter, coffee spilling everywhere. 

I got so angry knowing that he would expect me to clean that up. 

“You know what?” I said, standing up and throwing my cup in the sink, making it smash. 

“I’m sick of you treating me like a maid. Let’s get somethings straight. (1) I’m definitely not clingy, i just care, which is more that I can say for you”  i start, seeing him open his mouth but I quickly cut him off.

 “No, you don’t get to interrupt!” I yelled, pointing my finger in his face as I leaned over the counter to get closer to him. 

“(2) I’m sick of you treating me like I’m your maid. You never clean anything up for yourself, you always expect me to do everything for you and I’m sick of it!” I shouted, grabbing the dish cloth from next to the sink. 

“And lastly, Don’t even think about speaking to me today unless the next thing that comes out of your mouth in an apology!” I yell, throwing the dish cloth in his face making him move him head back in shock. 

“Clean it up your goddamn self” i say, walking out the room feeling relaxed. I’ve just let out things i’ve been bottling up for over 2 months and it feels good to let it all out. 

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Hey guys :)

I hope you like the second part. I know I wrote a different second part to this but I deleted that because I really didn’t like it but I feel happy with this one. 

I do have Ideas for a part 3 (the final part) so if you would like me to do that, let me know. 

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Thanks For reading :)

p.s sorry it’s short :P

[bqstqnbruin]

Hope you're having a lovely day and having fun 💖💖

For the Shots thing:

Jared McCann

Jakob Chychrun

And the funniest one I had earlier Ovechkin (if you've done him already then Jason Zucker)

ILY I hope your day is going well too!!

Jared: I have no idea who this man is but he low key looks like Joel Farabee to me???? So I would say 3 I guess LMAO

Jakob: He's cute I'd go for 3

Ovi: I would leave the bar 💛

send in players and I’ll tell you how many shots I’d have to take to make out with them

[lamborghinibieber-blog]

Be Used (Jason Mccann) (Mature)

The slamming door was an usual, afternoon sound that came around whenever Jason Mccann felt angry, annoyed, aggravated or all of the above combined in one.  

The days were getting too stressful; especially with cops sniffing around, making it extremely hard to work for him and the boys. All the unfinished deals, unwanted people being killed, drugs and guns multiplied - this got to the stage, where it was simply too much to carry on an individual's shoulders.

Y/N knew. She knew very well how emotionally drained her boyfriend was. All the signs of indisposition, both physically and mentally. He looked tired, exhausted. The bags under his eyes, messy hair, obsessed look as he constantly checked up on any news that the gang could bring in. Still, mostly it was the lack of interest he gave her.

Now, it wasn't about what she wanted, what she needed, even though she was missing himself more than any words could ever describe. Not mentioning sex, what she craved the most was her boyfriend by her side, laughing, talking. The cuddles, the little 'I love you's & more. She ached for feeling him being a different Jason, a Jason that was carefree only with her.

Nevertheless, the sex part was what worried her the most. It was normal by now that Mccann was using her body as a getaway whenever he felt like he needs to. And for Y/N it was not a big deal, mainly because she was too disturbed by the fact that the love of her life could just go out and kill someone as an income of outrageous rage.

The shadow of his body has become now visible, as Jason took himself straight to kitchen, not even once looking around. His girlfriend, of good amount of time now, bit on her bottom lip, only imagining the frightening thoughts that were going through his head. The idea of all the demons he was forced to hold back inside made her really upset. And this was everytime she would see him in such condition. Once again, Y/N mentally cursed herself for overthinking the situation and finding her as a victim of it as well.

A deep, shaky sigh has left the plumpy lips of hers. She stood up, fixing her hair and clothes, just like she would be going to some formal meeting that was suppose to bring a crucial earnings. Her toes made their way to the kitchen as silently as it was physically possible, just in case. A muscular, male posture was turned back to her, focused on something below so badly that no recognition was given to an individual that just appeared.

"Jase? Can we talk?" Y/N asked silently, slightly afraid of the reaction she might receive.

This was a reminder of the days when the two were strangers to each other, when Y/N would be too embarrassed to even look at Jason, which only made him smirk and pay attention to the girl who he never thought would play a role in his future life.  

Good couple of seconds has passed, since the silence was broken down by little, non-understandable whimpers.

"Yeah, what is it?" He answered, looking back at her. There was no specific emotion hidden behind the look he was emitting, just like the two ball-shaped things inside of him lost the purpose utterly.

"Um, I-" She started, looking puzzled, just like her mind. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking at the body of his girlfriend carelessly. This never happened. Usually, he was being so nice, he was always being nice to her, unless they had a misunderstanding. But, even then. So bloody nice. "I know how you feel. I cannot actually relate, but I understand completely. I know you hate talking about the emotions, that's exactly why you are having cocaine on our counter, I'm not mad, like I said - I get it." The sentence finally left her mouth, as Jason slid to the right, covering the illegal image that his girlfriend spotted. "I get it so bad, I am not here to make you talk or cry or complain or whatever. Just, um, let me help you, we both know what will help you, we can do it." Her head nod, as the speech she gave had a more confident sound half way through.

"No, no way, I told we won't fuck when I'm this angry." He said almost instantly, shaking his head. "I'm all good, this baby will make me feel better and we can lay down later and watch you favourite, sappy shit, just give me time, I need that." He mumbled, ignoring her presence by turning back around, guess it was just easier this way.

"Yes, we will, because you want it and I want it." She said aggressively, getting annoyed with yet again - no interest she was given. Next thing she knew was her hand grabbing Jason's one harshly, pulling it, to make him look at her and for once, be serious when it came to the stuff that came out of her mouth.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh? Fucking get off my dick!" Jason screamed out in frustration, not because of what Y/N did, but because he was just about to bend over and let the magic powder do its wizardry thing.

"You are so fucking irritating. Don't you get it? You always fuck me when you feel angry, just because you feel extra angry doesn't mean I can't take it. Jason, I'm being for real, this is getting out of hand. I can't have you slamming the door, breaking things, pretending I'm not here, I can't do it anymore. I feel like fucking shit, you are all I care about and yet, I cannot help you. If you won't let me be your therapist, just let me be your fucking slut." The words came out with such great meaning behind them, showing how the struggle of one person can easily affect his closet ones.

"I don't wanna use you." Jason whispered, as soon as Y/N's hands started to touch him up, scrolling through his chest, down to his pants, as she undid the belt.

The only reason he did not stop her was because of what she said, she made him feel as she is soon about to leave if the things won't change, and that was not in his control at all. Yes, he was aware of the fact his girlfriend that he loved so dearly didn't even come across to the thought of hurting him and it was his own, messed up thinking that made him believe in that.

"I want to be used." She whispered back, as her shaking hands slipped down around his tight. Her chin moved up, looking at the face of the boy she loved, looking for answers. She was just too good to simply start with more without getting the permission, just like he would when he wanted to.

He looked at her with such an empty expression. Was it a yes, was it a no? Y/N slowly, very slowly, stared going down on him, which made Jason furrow his eyebrows in such shock. As soon as he came into realisation, he grabbed her arm, pulling her little body up.

"If you wanna help me, jack me off. I didn't have a time to do it myself." He said firmly, sticking up to a plan he created in his mind. Mentally, he punched himself so hard, as he had a girl he adored trying to suck him off and he just declined.

"But, I-"

"No. You want to be my slut? Fucking be one. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. I don't want your fucking cunt or you mouth or whatever, jack me off. Make me cum and then fuck off." He spat, looking at her with no further feeling, which in some weird way had her turned on. She quickly just nodded, hating herself for the fact she enjoyed it. It was a first mini sexual interactions they had in so long, it felt like forever.

Y/N slipped both her hands slowly inside his boxers, massaging his length that was quick to become harder and harder, out of the total lack of touch he has been receiving recently. She looked down, licking her lips, as the tips of her fingers were making rounded moves on the tip of an impressive member, while the other hand landed on a pair of balls, caressing them intensively.

"Fuck, I'm actually close." Whimpers hit Y/N's sight, surprising the both of the two, as Jason was never the one to be at his pick point quickly.

"You're so fucking big." The moans came out, which made her boyfriend raise the corners of his lips, forming the smirk that was not welcomed on the handsome face since the start of all of his issues.

"Hurry the fuck up." He muttered, feeling himself getting hot, as he moved his eyes onto a set of hands, satisfying him.

He regretted not fucking her now. What he would do to her. It's probably what he wouldn't do to her - that was a real good question. "Oh my-...Faster, harder, I want you to feel me, I want to feel my sperm landing right on your beautiful, tiny hand. Fuck, and you know what you will do later? Lick it all of so nicely, you will get what every slut is waiting for, is daddy fucking right?" He moaned out, restlessly moving his hips to signalise he needs and demands more.

She did as she was told, stroking his dick, up and down as her fingers pressed more force onto his balls, tugging them. The characteristic sound of moans fulfilled the kitchen, as the hands slipping on Jason's dick made him ready to release and make himself feel better. He was so in the moment, so vulnerable in such state.

"Daddy, I want all of your cum, I'm so ready. I want you to see me tasting you. P-please." She sobbed, letting out a moan in desperation, as her panties got soaked more and more with every minute.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" A loud, deep groan hit all the corners of their house as the Jason's hands tightened on the counter behind him. his head threw back and his body became tremulous, when all the juices left his body, accompanied by his moans. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sticky substance on her fingers, slowly taking herself out of dark blue jeans. She waited a minute for Jason to recover and look back. Gently, the tongue was pressed onto fresh skin licking and sucking of all the white cum.

"So fucking hot." He howled, pressing his thumb on Y/N's chin, taking the little drop of his sperm left over, as he pressed it against her soft, warm lips. He sighted quietly, annoyed with the fact that he had so much love for this girl. That he loved her and he was tied up to her. That much, that he would happily just let her in. Because, there was a trust the boy had in her.

"You deserve my attention, I will tell you all that bothers me." He said finally, smiling gently. He now felt bad for the insults and the attitude that somehow covered up the love he was having.

The girl didn't need apologies to read it from his face. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling the sudden relief that both of them really needed at the end. And even through, nothing was going to be easy in any way, she could sleep calmly from now on, knowing she was being a shoulder to cry on.

[cognacdelights]

april and september!

have you ever written and/or posted a crackfic?

listen, thirteen year old me wrote a jason mccann fanfic on justinbieberfanfiction.com called mccann’s girl which turned into a trilogy of mccann’s girl, mccann’s wife & mccann’s baby girl in which the main charcater (daisy?) was severely bullied and jason stuck up for her and stole her away from her overly strict parents, they lived in his shitty little caravan together, she had a miscarriage after the first time they slept together at school, jason was addicted to drugs and relapsed several times, daisy was shot by a rival gang leader, her parents just forgot about her????, jason then killed the main guy that bullied daisy and they buried the body WHILST SHE WAS LIKE SEVEN MONTHS PREGNANT, they just got away with that???, their baby girl was kidnapped by another rival gang and jason had an affair with a one of the girls in his gang so daisy grassed on him, jason was sent to prison but they still got regular visits, his gang broke him out of prison and they still managed to live happily ever after...

so no, i have not written a crackfic, i have only ever written masterpieces. 

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[jujubieberbae]

Missin You Pt 2

Its been a damn while. Whoops? But I hope this is good enough. It’s long so I hope this makes up for the fact that I might not update for a while..... Im a terrible person.

Read part one here!

Dinner at mamaw’s was always a cherishable moment for me as a small child. It was one of the only times the whole family managed to sit together and enjoy each others company without the constant chaos and hassle of the farm outside. 

Mamaw was a sweet woman, always giving and never taking. Kind and forgiving. She took care of those close to her, family or not, for her motto was blood is thicker then water but ice is solid.

Everyone that she payed was invited to join the family for dinner so family dinner night was always a feast with a standard party that consisted of over 30 people.

Though as the saying went, there was a first for everything. And tonight  was the first time I had ever dreaded family dinner night. Everyone was rumoured to be there in celebration of our arrival. Or so as said. 

Uncles, aunts, cousins and family friends all alike, to sit around a table built for 12 enjoying a Delicious home made meal stirred up by my grandmother. It sounds like a good time, but times have changed.

I no longer was the little girl with a missing tooth and fuzzy pig tails, nor the girl who lived in overalls and knew of no other hair style but a plat. I wasn’t the girl who sang with my grandmother every other night. And I wasn’t the girl that was avidly obsessed with the thought of being with her best friend. 

That best friend being the certain someone I was trying so desperately to avoid.

No. Instead, I was the new and upgraded Y/N. I had moved to the city away from my traditional family and into the heart of modern society. Where drugs, alcohol and sex was as traditional as anyone would get. 

Of course I hadn’t fallen into the world of alcoholism and partying every night with a blunt in hand, only to wake up in an unknown bed by morning, but I had to admit I had slept around a bit. I was in no ways innocent.

But down here was a living and breathing reminder of all and everything innocent about Y/N L/N. So dreading this dinner was an understatement. I was dreading this entire trip.

“Y/N?”

Head whipping to the side, a head full of hair following, I was met with non other then my grandmother herself, peering through the door of my old bedroom with furrowed eyebrows.

“Mamaw?” 

The sight of me decent was enough for her to walk in comfortably, her face stressed and mouth pulled into a sad frown, her accent thick as she spoke. “Why’re you so quiet. You usually love to visit your mamaw. Something wrong?” 

The shake of my head was my only answer. I was already sick of being here, home was the one place on my mind. 

My short and unusual answer left the woman pursing her lips in conflict, and after a harsh second she found it best to let it go for now and just inform me that dinner was ready and everyone was waiting. 

So together we descended down the old time creaky stairs into the kitchen where in fact everyone was waiting. And I mean everyone.  

A room full of heads snapping over to glare at me had my face red and blood boiling. All faces of the past, people I hadn’t seen in over three years. People I once upon a time was so close with were now nothing more then just another relative of family friend.

Awkwardly, I glanced across the room, All the seats surrounding the table were occupied expect one spot I assumes to be mamaws while everyone else stood around the table with plates of half eaten food in their hands. Guess I’m late to the party.

Then suddenly a pair of eyes caught mine.

Those golden brown pools of honey that I never failed to make my heart thud just a beat faster, even years later. He stood to the left with a plate of mamaws chicken in his now muscular hand. Last time I saw him he was nothing more then a lanky teddy bear.

It was a solid minute of silent eye contact between us which had not been left unseen by my family members, but they didn’t interfere. They knew about our lost feelings that were once a dazing fire between us. I could only imagine what was running through their heads at that moment. Probably all pitiful for Justin and disapproving towards me for doing him dirty like I did.

But to my surprise Justin smiled. He smiled… at me. Not a fake smile. Not a ‘well fuck you’ smile. A genuine smile. One that would have women shaking at the knees and begging him to take them to bed right this instant.

And I couldn’t help but smile back. It was a subconscious reaction, one that I didn’t control but just kind of happened. I honestly missed being around him as much as I wanted to forget my old life but no matter what it didn’t matter anyways because when my eyes trailed just slightly to his right my smile had turned into a long frown.

Besides him was the girl from earlier. Her name still unknown but her innocent country beauty not left unseen. It was no debate that I had change immens. I was not that innocent beauty anymore. I was now that sinful sexy you saw all around california. Crop tops and booty shorts were my go-to, beach waves my best friends. No more overalls and plats. That girl was gone. 

I doubt Justin would like me now. It was obvious he was one for innocence. He liked me when I was innocent and now it was obvious he had eyes for her. She was innocent and always on his arm, not to mention the glares she was constantly throwing me. What more could say ‘he’s my boyfriend back off’?

Taking a sharp right away from the boy I felt for and the girl who was unknown, I was met with non other then my uncle Jim himself, an extended hand of a full plate for me to take ready, his usual white smile set in his face. “Just the way you like it.” He said. “Glad to have you back.”

My lips pursued into a tight smile and all I could do was nod my head in response. Couldn’t exactly say the same, I thought.

Dinner went on in a consistent chatter. It seemed everyone had someone to converse with but me. I stood quietly to the side picking at my chicken with the one hand not holding up the plate. The only conversation I had was the occasional welcome back from an old relative.

The whole of dinner was really none other then a blur. The only thing I remember really was short conversations and the occasional glance over at Justin. The plane ride here had me jet lagged beyond belief and my head was thudding in pain from the constant clatter of noise from around. If home wasn’t an option then bed certainly was the next best thing.

My stomach for unknown reasons was becoming rather queasy and this food was beginning to look less and less appetising. And my face must have caught manses attention because a second later she was asking me if I was okay.

”Mamaw I’m not feeling to hot. I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

”Is there anything I can do?” She had asked but I shook my head no.

”No I think I just need to lie down.” Was my response.

After that mamaw nodded and I was off to bed, under the memorable pink covers in less then a minute flat.

For almost thirty minutes I lay awake, listening to the last member of the dinner party leave and everyone else turn in for the night. The silence was daunting in comparison to the usual hustle of Cali but in a way it was a nice change.

Though the silence wasn’t long lasting. Footsteps, quiet but noticeable were slowly but surely approaching with every passing second I lay awake. For a minute I thought maybe it was mamaw passing towards her room but when the sound stopped right in front of my door, I was shocked to have seen it open to none other then Justin.

I decided not to say anything, but instead just turn from my back to my side away from him. By the silence of the room, I knew he was still and he was still for a good few moments, all until the creek of the floorboards signified that he was moving closer.

The bed besides me sunk under his weight as he noticeably sat but the absence of his eyes had me realizing that he wasn’t looking at me at all.

It took a while but my curiosity got the best of me and soon I couldn’t help myself as I spun on my back to face the man.

He made no attempt to turn or even acknowledge my recent movement, instead choosing to continue staring at the floor in front of him. So in turn I sat up, sighing as I directed my eyes to look in front of me as well.

And finally I spoke, still not making any eye contact. “Justin....?” The absence of a response left me sighing. “I know your mad.-”

“Mad?” His voice was low and slightly amused, but he still faced the front of him giving me no indication of how his face must have looked. “That’s not what I am.”

I paused, leaving a lingering silence between us for a bit. “Then what are you? Huh, Justin? Because I doubt you’d be anything but so.”

He was unresponsive.

“No matter how much you smile at me and no matter how happy you sound when you speak, I know you still hate me for leaving......” I waited for a reply, but still nothing. “Mamaw would always call me and tell me how mad you were after I left. I felt guilty but....”

“You should have called.”

“I know I should have called but I couldn't.”

Justin suddenly spun in his position one foot hiked up onto the bed. The sudden movement left my head shooting back to look at him and now we were making eye contact. 

He didn’t seem mad, his face was calm though the undertone of his expression was easily recognized as annoyance. Guess he still thought about this from time to time.

“And why is that? Cause you were too busy living your best life?!” 

“Because I was too pussy to!” 

Justin shut his mouth at that, looking on with slightly enraged eyes, but he didn't stop me when I continued to speak. 

“I’m not in denial Justin, I know what I was. I was a pussy, too scared to call you because I knew at the time that if I'd heard your voice, I would have come back. By the time I was settled and comfortable in the city I knew It was too late to call.” 

“So you decided to leave me wondering what happened to you after all these years?”

“I decided to spare you the heart ache.” No response, so I continued. “We had something Justin. . . I didn’t want you to remember me as the one that got away. I would have rathered it be my fault because I knew you. You would have blamed yourself for letting me leave.”

There was once again nothing from Justin for a few seconds before he chose to speak up. “Well guess you didn’t know me well enough to realize that I probably still would have blamed myself, thinking you left because of me. “

My face fell, a hand reaching out for him before realizing what I was doing and backing down. “Justin? Did you really feel that way?” 

He shrugged, shuffling back on the bed slightly. “For a bit. Yeah.”

“I-Im sorry...”

“Don’t apologize. Seriously, I don’t want your pity.”

I shook my head with a sigh. “It’s not pity. It’s genuine. Besides, its not like you'd care anyways.”

Justin seemed confused by my sudden answer, shifting in his position to face me better. “What are you talking about.” 

I looked up. “You have a girl now Justin, why would you care about what happened 3 years ago?”

Justin chuckled slightly, leaning back in his seat to stare me down better. “You mean Skylar? She’s cool and all but she’s not my girlfriend.”

“So a side chick?” I jokingly added.

Clearly picking up my playful tone, Justin chuckled also, shaking his head at my humor. “No Y/N, not a side chick. A friend. A good one.” 

“Which is code for unofficial girlfriend.”

“No, which means nothing but a good friend. Your grandma hired her after you left in order to look after Jigsaw and we got along. And before you start rambling about how you can read people and how you figured it out, yes I know she likes me, I’m not oblivious. But I just don’t return those feelings.”

Although It shouldn’t have been, hearing those words was like an odd relief off my shoulders. But I hid it well, only nodding along to his explanation. 

“But why not? She’s nice, pretty... innocent.”

Justin smirked, “You have a life now Y/N, why would you care about my love life?”

Clearly mocking my previous words, I shook my head, slowly becoming more and more tired as this conversation went on. But I stood my ground and answered his obviously rhetorical question. “Not for selfish reasons, but because I do still care about you JB. You deserve to be happy.”

But the next words he mumbled was the obvious line for both of us. “You made me happy.”

None of us looked at each other after that. We both knew this conversation alone was already a step too far for our broken relationship and that last sentence was the end of what seemed to be an emotional discussion.  

After that it was like the other wasn't even in the room anymore. 

I shuffled forward and lay back down in my bed, turning my back away from him, suddenly becoming unexpectedly emotional after feeling a few odd tears surfacing the tips of my eyes. 

Justin was hesitant in his actions but stood from his seat and made his way over to the door without another word to be said. It wasn’t until he so unexpectedly spoke up that I let a few tears fall. 

“Good night Y/N” 

And then the creek of the door and the light of the hallway were gone as the door shut behind the one man who I ever treated fell for.

[dejavudrew-blog]

“DORK” // Justin Bieber Fake Text Imagine

[hamiltonaf]

JB Imagines - Leaked Nudes (Dating) - (Part 2)

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy part 2 ! Be sure to like and follow me for more. Please send me feedback as it’s always appreciated. Will not be taking any requests until July, will be writing exams for a whole month. BTW no hate to Jayde Pierce, I’m sure she’s a lovely person. Much love .xx

(PART 1)

Part 2

Packed away, back at home in London was where I was. The minute we broke up, I packed away my belongings and me trying to be independent, I thought it would be better if I was staying on my own. That being in an apartment.

Currently I was of course home alone, having an apartment all to yourself isn’t as fun as you think. Seated on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my hands whilst watching Netflix though is entertaining.

I for one was already dressed in my sweatpants and tank top along with my make up free face. I’m clearly not bothered with how I’m dressed

I was scrolling through Instagram as I came across a post from Justin. The post being about the announcement of Sorry coming out tonight in which he posted 3 hours ago. I have no idea why but I can’t be mistaken for the fact that I think this is either an indirect to me or Selena.

I scrolled further below coming across a fan account (@justinbiebertracker) a picture of Justin snapped by a paparazzi was the post and the caption being “Justin Bieber at Ed Sheeran’s premiere in London, England. (October 22)”

Hold up, why is Justin in London ? When did he even get here ? How did I not even know about this ? I went through the recent posts to see that Justin had arrived just a few days ago. Wow, like okay. Strange.

As I tried to entertain myself further, I went through my other apps such as Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr etc. 20 minutes later after wasting time I had received a text on iMessage. This is Justin. This is (Y/N)

☹ Justin ☹

Is it too late now to say sorry ?

I think it is indeed Bieber.

Cuz I’m missing more than just your body ����

What are you even doing here in London ?

Wait, here ? You’re in London ? Where ?

Oh please don’t even pretend that you didn’t know..

What are you talking about ? I didn’t know 😌

And why are you even talking to me ? Go talk to your girlfriend 😑

I’m talking to her right now 😊

Boy is you okay ? Is you high ? Are you bipolar ? We broke up remember ? Where is your sudden burst of enthusiasm especially with me, coming around from ? Why don’t you just stick to your other side hoe ☺️☺️

I’m perfectly fine. Babe I came to my senses. I know how wrong I was and realised how much I miss you. I miss seeing your beautiful face, I regret rejecting you to come along with me. I really do. Is their a chance we can meet in person ? 😞

Justin I don’t think so…I went through too much with just this break up. You really hurt me this time. I don’t think I would be able to forget that. It’s going to have to take you a lot more then just an apology text for us to even just be friends 😔

Babe I’m honestly really sorry. I love you so much. I know what I’ve done and the fact that it was terribly wrong. I didn’t know what I was thinking nor what I was going to lose. I can truly imagine all the pain that you’ve been through. I deserve to feel your pain. You don’t deserve any of this. Truth is, sorry is written about you. 👀 I though you should know…

Wow okay..its uh good to know that the song is written about me I guess. Some good tune. I still am really disappointed in you Bieber.

You have every right to (Y/N) I understand.

Just as I was about to reply back, the doorbell had rung. I quickly texted him back as I left my phone aside.

I have a guest over… we can talk later. Bye.

I got up from my position on the couch and made my way towards the door, I opened the door and now stood before me was Justin. “Hey did you miss me ?” He asked as he smiled widely and pecked me on my cheek, he then handed me the bouquet of roses as he made his way inside my apartment. “We were just talking…Justin I’m really worried about you. Did you fall or something, injure yourself in such a way ? What happened to you ?” I asked in a sarcastic manner.

I placed the bouquet in a vase and set it aside on the dining table. Justin seated himself on the couch as I sat next to him. “What brings you here ?” I asked breaking the silence. “You.” He said as then turned to face me. “Me ? Why would you leave the past amazing countries you’ve been to for me ? Justin, remember the fact that you broke up with me. I’ve been through a lot of pain, learnt to dealt with it. I can’t afford to go through this again” I rambled.

“Babe I know that a sorry is not going to help. Though being away from you made me realise how much of an impact you made on my life the past year we’ve been together. You made me change for the better and I honestly haven’t been anymore happier than I am now. My family loves when you’re around as they see how you make me happy. Going on that trip alone…I don’t even know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you and I especially shouldn’t have called you what I did or said the words that I had said” he said as he looked down in disappointment.

“I’m speechless” was all I blurted out as a tear dreaded to run down my cheek. He then glanced at me “I feel like shit” he said as I then chuckled. “You deserve to since you seemed to have enjoyed spending time with that bitch Jayde” I said as I scoffed at her name. We both then laughed together, I had a thought of killing his mood the same way he did while he was away in Bora Bora… after all I mean he deserves it. “Justin I forgive you. I love you and haven’t stopped since you’ve been away. Though I have something to confess that you wouldn’t be pleased to hear” I said as i turned into a rather more serious tone.

“I’m glad you forgive me and love me though what is it that you need to tell me ?” He asked getting eager by the minute. “I have a boyfriend Justin” I said seriously. It was quite for a moment “You’re lying” he smirked. “I’m honestly not. I have a boyfriend Justin” I said trying not to laugh. “What’s his name ?” He asked getting tensed. “Cameron” I said as I leaned back against the couch. "The youtuber ?" He asked and I simply nodded as a reply. “Ohh” was all he said as he then looked down. I took advantage of the moment and had then straddled his lap.

“You’re so gullible sometimes. I’m not a single pringle Justin. I’m taken by you of course. Now, about you being exclusively mine and exposing yourself to -” He then cut me off as he smirked and said “How about you show me I’m all yours ?” He suggested. “Gladly” I grinned as I then crashed my lips on his.

[zustinviews]

We Finally Meet - Justin Bieber imagine

 A/N: i originally made a fake tweet post with justin, ari, and the reader, so i thought why not incorporate it in this? if you have no clue what the hell i’m talking about or you’re new around here, read here :)

Request: ‘Hi i love your imagines and posts I was asking if you could do an imagine with justin and Ariana grande please love you 💘’

Justin’s POV

“{Y/N} is literally going to kill me when I get home.” I said, crashing down onto the couch in the studio, already thinking about {Y/N} taking out her wrath and anger on me.

“What do you mean?” Ariana questioned. “Hmm, that’s funny since we just recorded a remix but, that’s beyond the point. Who’s {Y/N}?”

“My girlfriend. I kind of didn’t tell her I was going to be here with you.” I scratched the back of my neck nervously. “Quite frankly, I didn’t know I was going to be here with you until Scoot told me.”

“Nothing wrong with surprises Justin.” Ariana laughed. She took a sip of some weird green liquid in her Starbucks cup and started walking away. That literally looked like vomit or someone just blended grass and threw it in a blender, and called it a ‘drink’.

“You have no idea what it likes with surprises in my household. {Y/N} doesn’t make fun at chewing my head off. Besides, she’s a huge fan of your work.”

“Oh really? Why didn’t you invite her? Wanted to have me all to yourself?” She wiggled her eyebrows. I gave her an unamused look. “Kidding. That’s a little weird coming from me. In the wise words of you, ‘no offense but, ew.’”

“You’re not helping at all Ari.” I groaned, running my hair through my golden locks.

“I’m a singer, not a miracle worker Bieber.”

“You think tweeting about it is going to make your life any better?” Fredo questioned. “She’s probably already plotting your murder bro.”

{Y/N} POV

“He’s not cheating on me, right? I mean I trust him but, I don’t know {Y/F/N}.” I sighed. 

“Ariana has a boyfriend so I doubt she would even look at him in that way. Besides, she doesn't seem too fond of him.” {Y/F/N} laughed.

She was sort of correct. Last time Justin and Ariana interacted, things didn't go down well between the two of them. I began laughing remembering how confused Justin was that day. Poor kid. My thoughts were interrupted when I head my phone ringing. 

“It’s your boy toy. Maybe he’s calling about calling about cheating on you.”

I rolled my eyes, snatching my phone from her hand. “Hello?” I spoke into the phone.

“...You, what?”

“You are joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.”

I heard my friend yelling, ‘spill the tea’ constantly in my right ear, so I removed myself from where I was currently situated and went into the kitchen.

“Justin, I swear to god..”

“Wait, really? Justin if you’re lying, I’m going to kill you.”

“Are you serious? I’m on my way right now!”

I giddily hung up the phone and began running around the kitchen like a mad woman. My friend came into the room doing the same thing as me, not knowing what we’re celebrating. 

“{Y/N}! Why are we jumping up and down like this? What happened?” She asked.

“I, I mean, we, are going to meet the Ariana Grande!”

I might’ve broke a law or two on the way to Justin’s studio. Who wouldn't though? This is Ariana Grande we’re talking about. I would put my life on the line for her in a heartbeat. We eventually pulled up to the place and my heart felt like it was ready to fall out of my ass. It reminded me of the first time I met Justin, except I made a complete fool of myself in front of him but, that’s what made him fall in love with me.

We got to the room that had a sign above the door that lit up reading, ‘recording in progress’.

“Should we wait until the light turns off? We could be interrupting.” {Y/F/N} questions.

“No,” I said, starting to open the door. “Justin says we can come in as long as we make no noise.” We proceeded into the room and my heart began racing ten, no, hundreds of thousands of times harder. There she stood, only a glass was separating us. I was absolutely star struck. 

“Hey baby,” Justin said to me. “Thought you would make it. Nice seeing you too {Y/F/N}.” I didn’t even acknowledge him. 

Ariana glanced over at me and I might’ve just pooped my pants. “No. Fucking. Way.” She waved at me and went back to work.

“That feeling when your girl is more in love with Ariana than her own man.” Jealously was laced in Justin’s voice but, I couldn’t care less, well, right now. “Can I at least get a hug?” Justin walked over towards me and I put my hand out to push his face away. I walked away from him and began walking over towards the female who was leaving the recording room.

“Oh hey! You must be {Y/N}. Justin tells me that you’re a huge fan.” She says. I felt like an angel was talking to me. She took me into her embrace and her scent of warm vanilla hit me smack in the face. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Did I die and was I sent to heaven? “Justin, is she okay?” Ariana laughed. 

“She’ll come around eventually. She was like this when we first met.”

I finally let go of her and looked at the angel standing before me. “I can’t believe we finally get to meet.”

A/N: should there be a part two? let me know :)

[biebsimagine]

Blood, Sweat and Tears (MATURE)

"How was work?" [Y/N] asks, her eyes on the TV. The remote rests in her hands as she flips through the channels, I watch mindlessly. There's a woman showing off a handbag, then a man sat behind a desk, followed by more women holding up items they want us to buy.

I'm as comfortable as I can be in my trousers and shirt and tie. The top two buttons are undone and I scratch my chest mindlessly through the hole. My skin is warm, successfully doing its job of being a protective layer, trapping the demon that lays within my soul. I reach up to scratch behind my ear.

"It was fine, I had to stop myself from beheading about five people but I've had worse days," I say, also keeping my eyes on the screen. "How was your day?”

She's wearing a silk gown with her hair thrown up into a ponytail, the silk glimmers and I try to keep my eyes off it. Her long legs taunt me as they lay folder on the mattress.

"It was okay but tiring. I'm so glad to be home, even though I have so much I have to get done that I'm not actually doing and I should be..”

Her voice is as prominent as ever, but no matter how much I'm trying to listen, I still manage to zone out. Instead of listening I'm thinking about chainsaws and shotguns; and about how shooting someone straight up isn't as satisfying as cutting them, and about how I'd like to buy some duct tape and some rope and more needles.

".. Don't you think?" she asks and I mutter an 'oh yeah' while nodding my head, she looks somewhat satisfied with my response.

I start unbuckling my belt subtly. "I'm hitting the stores tomorrow, anything you want?" I ask, unzipping my trousers, watching as I do so. I lean over and grab her by the neck while my lips attack the opposite side; I can feel her hair against my face, this doesn't last long because I straddle her stomach and begin to undo my trousers just a little more. I pull my boxers down over my length and wait for her to react.

"You don't hesitate, do you?" she chuckles and looks unsure, even as she brings her hand and rubs it against my cock.

I watch with a strong gaze, but I don't say anything. Her hands are cold against me and I hiss at the shocks it sent through my length, although her hands are doing nothing special to my dick and I become impatient almost instantly.

She takes it firmly in her grip and I can feel myself begin to harden under her touch. Her small hands seem to begin to work wonders around my cock because I can't help but thrust my hips into them. They're warm and it only makes it better.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath and run my hand down the side of her face. "Blow me.”

She looks up and me and I can see the familiar colours in her eyes, and for a moment, I'm at ease. However, it doesn't last long because my mind is always working towards disgusting visions.

Her tongue emerges from between her lips; it's full and pink and it stirs something bigger inside of me stomach. It glides up my length so excruciatingly slow that I struggle to refrain from grabbing her hair.

"Don't tease me. Blow me," I demand and she is quick to accept my dick in her mouth. I grin with appreciation and let myself slip in between her lips; I move slow, trying to catch every little piece of pleasure that's creeping into my lower body like the creation a jigsaw puzzle. Pleasure isn't something that comes easy to me, every pleasure is a bore. I need more than the simple blowjob or ten minute fucking, the problem is, I'm uncertain as to what it is I need. I try not to think about it, and it’s not difficult when [Y/N]’s tongue presses against the underside of my length.

She hums as my cock moves into her mouth but I don't come to a halt. Instead, I keep pushing. I watch her and notice her eyes starting to water and I question whether she can breathe. I move my hips away - although I enjoyed how her nose pressed up against my pelvis - and she coughs. I find myself with an adrenaline rush and an overwhelming feeling of adoration for the girl underneath me.

"I love how far you go to please me. I could've kept my cock there until you choked and passed out and you did absolutely nothing to stop me. Was it because you liked it or because you simply couldn't do anything?”

I want her to answer but she's too busy trying to catch her breath to let out so much as a whisper.

"I love you for how much you worship me, it pleases me greatly. Keep sucking, choke on it,” I say and she does it immediately. Sweat is starting to build up at my hairline and I’m certain it’s only going to proceed further down my face.

Beginning to become caught up in the feeling rushing through my lower body, I let my hands rest on the headboard behind [Y/N]’s head. My nails attempt to dig into the hardwood but it does nothing at all except cause a sting in the tips of my fingers.

She hums and it only encourages me because something deep inside of my brain; the darkest part, the same part that I don’t think anyone would wish to visit, it makes me believe she’s struggling against my touch. I relish in the idea.

It isn’t too long until I’m threatening to spill inside of her; her throat is hot around me and truly noticing this edges me closer. Her hands rest on my thighs and I have to resist the burning urge to grab them and yank them above her head, I spend time contemplating whether or not it would be suitable to do this but realise I’m wasting valuable time.

I’m taken back to the many times I've suddenly become rough with her. They were times when I was unable to hold back my aggression and my need for something more, which is becoming almost every time these days. [Y/N] didn't seem to resist, even when I - accidentally - bit just a little too hard and punctured her skin. I think it was something other than a coincidence that I came the exact time I tasted her blood against my tongue.

Thinking about those kind of memories sends tingles through my stomach and it’s seconds later that I’m releasing into her throat, I push her head impossibly close to me and she whimpers; it strengthens my orgasm and I feel a sense of gratitude.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt and roll off of her, onto my back. My body feels cold without her beneath me.  My fingers slide across my chest as they did previously while I try to catch my breath. “You’re so fucking good.”

She chuckles and I can see her wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Rolling over onto my front, she looks exactly as she had done earlier, just a little more dishevelled. She looks flushed and I continue to watch her because I enjoy the way she tries to avoid my gaze. In response to this, I move my hand and press it against her thigh; it’s bare for me to touch as her dressing gown has slid up slightly.

Shuffling closer, I catch her scent. I've always believed she smells amazing, I've told her this multiple times and all she can do is flush.

I attempt to part her legs and set myself between them, I feel her hesitate for a few seconds before, I believe, she realises what she’s going to be given if she does as I say. I’m nestled comfortably as I rest on my elbows while my fingers play teasingly with the knot that's guarding what I want to see the most.

There was once a soft breeze coming from somewhere unknown to me, but now that I’m caught up in her body and the heat radiating from it, I can no longer feel it breathing down my neck. The knot is loosening.

“Justin..”

I hum in response while my eyes stay focused on my goal. I can see the skin of her stomach; it’s tan and smooth and looks as though it’s inviting me to get even closer. The knot is no longer a knot, merely two ends that have parted ways under the force of my hungry fingertips.

Her hands fall into my hair and I anticipate the sensation of them gripping at the ends. I shuffle awkwardly down her body until my lips are where I need them, and most likely, where [Y/N] wants them. I let my hands press against her hips so she can’t move.

My tongue comes out to play and flicks across her clit, which is swollen and begging for my attention. I hear a soft whimper but it does almost nothing for me and I’m forced to add even more pressure. I do and she moans.

As though wanting me to stop, her hips falter under my touch, although I know it is simply because my lips are now wrapping around her clit and the waves of pleasure electrifying her are almost too much to handle. I can feel my own body reheating and I have to stop myself from letting my teeth sink into her clit, I don’t refuse myself the pleasure of biting down lightly though.

“D’you like that?” I mutter and feel her body shake when she nods frantically. “Talk. To. Me.”

“Y-yes,” she pants and, finally, tugs at my hair - I hold back a moan of my own. The intense pressure I’m putting upon her clit turns harsher with each second and my teeth are gnawing ever so slightly. I’m unsure whether I’m mistaken when I think I can taste blood upon my tongue, I keep going with my movements; lost in a haze.

She's whimpering and it only makes me even more worked up. She's pulling so hard at my hair that I'm certain she's going to succeed at ripping it from my scalp and it makes me sure that I’m hurting her. I maintain all the same characteristics of my movements, and I can feel my brain becoming disconnected.

She lets out a loud cry, one that resonates through my ear and sends shockwaves through my entire lower body. As much as I’m hesitant, I pull back for a moment.

“You okay?” I rasp, a large part of me unbothered by her reply, or whether she replies at all. I’m breathing heavily and, again, sure I can taste blood. Swirling my tongue around my mouth, I try to catch another hint of the flavour.

“Mhm.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

She hesitates before nodding. I decide to take my time when leaning down to reconnect my lips with her clit, even if all I want to do is bite until there's nothing left. The noises coming from her lips are softer once more and she seems less reluctant to get away; I try not to be disappointed.

“I adore you so much,” I whisper soothingly, and she hums. Glancing up at her, her eyes are closed and her tiny hands are clenching and releasing the bedsheets. There doesn't seem to be a hint of distress in her facial expression so I let my tongue press harder against her clit, which I can feel pulsating against me.

I allow myself the bliss of digging my fingernails into the skin of her hips and hear her soft gasps, it causes me to add just a little bit more pressure.

All through the period of time that I’m pleasuring her, I have to force myself to see anything but the colour red. It’s difficult because it haunts me constantly, but I've never gone so far as to threaten [Y/N]’s life during sex, so I assume I’m succeeding so far.

“Are you close? I want your cum pouring out of you,” I demand and she rolls her hips up to meet my face, silencing me.

It’s difficult not to acknowledge my love for [Y/N] when she’s in this state; when her legs are shaking abruptly and her body is threatening to collapse, I’ve had vivid dreams of her in this state. More often than not, they're dreams that result in me awakening, having already came. I've noticed the colour red makes prominent appearances in a lot of these dreams.

“Come on, come on. Please me. Cum for me,” I whisper words of encouragement and, by the way her body writhes and jolts, it’s exactly what she needed to reach her climax.

She’s attempting to grip at my hair but because she’s too busy arching her back and moaning, she doesn’t achieve her goal. I happen to let out a soft grunt of approval, and I can feel myself hardening once more. [Y/N]’s body gives up and relaxes against the mattress, and everything goes quiet between us. I’m disappointed by the sudden loss of commotion, and the halt of the arousing sounds I’d become so accustomed to.

“I’m fairly certain you know what happens now.”

I slid up her body as slowly and as carefully as I can. She is still trying to catch her breath and the sight of her chest falling and rising, her nipples hardened, is a beautiful sight.

I extend the time she has to recover by reaching over into the drawer of the bedside table to retrieve a condom. [Y/N] eyes flutter open and I smile at her while ripping open the packet.

“What would be so wrong about not wearing a condom?” she asks and her voice trembles. I pause.

“Are you stupid? You could get pregnant,” I hiss while sliding the rubber onto my cock, which is growing harder and more impatient by the second; I let my palm rub against it in attempt to soothe its need.

“Would that be so bad?” she whispers and I ignore her.

Of course, I know the answer immediately. I can barely stand being in the company of another human being for more than five minutes without proceeding down the slippery slope of insanity that I’m spending my days falling down - I move even further into the darker pit just a little more each day - and having a child to attend to every fucking second would get in the way of my nightly routine.

“Justin?” she pushes and I sigh. My body is only in the mood for one thing and one thing only, the knowledge that there’s a chance she isn't going to stop until she hears an answer causes me to feel fatigued.

“Let’s not talk about that right now,” I mutter but her body doesn’t seem to relax, and her stare that’s threatening to crack my skull doesn’t give up.

“What better time to talk about having children than like this?’ she asks and her voice sounds tight, it’s clear to me that she’s desperate for some kind of reassurance.

“You want a kid? You want me to shoot my load deep inside of you and burden you for a lifetime? That’s not going to happen,” I whisper and before I’m able to wipe it off of my face, she's seen the glare on my face. Almost as though on instinct her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes suddenly seemed even more beautiful; tears caused them to glimmer. I bite back a smirk. 

“O..kay,” she whispers, blinking back the tears that are threatening to cascade down her round, pink cheeks.

Instead of acknowledging her, I quickly move my body against her and press my wet and hungry lips to her neck. I intend to leave mark upon mark that will set deeply into her soft and supple skin for days on end, letting everyone know that I’ve had her. I use those marks as a sign that I have, for once, been good and refused myself the absolute pleasure of harming the person that lays beneath me, for [Y/N] is far too special. I keep telling myself this so I do not forget.