#justin bieber mature imagines

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

Yeah, so I finished Breaking Dawn.

General:

Holly shit. Holly fucking shit. Holly Jesus fucking Christ holly fucking hell god damn shit. THIS BOOK IS AMAZING.

I am serious. I am not being ironic or trying to be cool or contradictory or nothing. This book is absolutely batshit insanely fucking good. THIS IS GOOD FUCKING FANTASY.

Look. I've read and watched plenty of reevaluations of the series in the past couple of years, and I think we all know by now that it is far from perfect and there's a lot to criticize, but that the criticism and cultural uproar at the time was just pure misogyny and hatred to anything that girls like (a day will come when we talk about Justin Bieber and how the entire world decided its number one enemy was a 13 year old boy who wanted to be a pop singer and was beloved by 13 year old girls but it is not this day), and that Meyer is actually a very good world builder. This reread really solidified this for me, but even more so then before. I really do believe she is a good writer. NOT GREAT, but good. Until Breaking Dawn.

I am not joking when I tell you that this is one of the most incredible books I have ever read in my life. It is leaps and bounds better then any other book in the series. I think the other books are fine and enjoyable, they definitely don't hold the same charm over me as they did when I was 16, but they are absolutely entertaining and even truly touching (New Moon specifically). But this... this is just a different league altogether. This book is mature, and brutal, and aggressive, and disgusting, and horrifying, and reached fucked up territories that few writers dare to explore and I absolutely admire Meyer for this.

Part One - Bella:

It's a pretty short section of the book so there's not much to say about. It's sweet and fun but nothing much more.

Horny Bella is the best Bella. Get some girl.

Part two - Jacob:

Anyway, this right here is what brilliance is made of. I need to find a way to articulate it properly. It's the first time I have ever been so acutely aware of the narrator because the entire narration is in first person and so all the sections that are supposedly general descriptions are an active thought of Jacob that in almost every single moment are being experienced not just by me but by his pack(s) and by Edward and are commented on in the story. I don't even know how to explain just what an unbelievably wonderfully complexly imaginatively fucked up this is. Just. Amazing.

LEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I'm okay I swear. But seriously. Leah's story is amazing as is, but it's the room Meyer gives her to be both filled with sorrow and with just pure spiteful rage. I love that she is not perfect, she is not currently nice, because she can't be nice, but a day will come when she might be better, be in a better place, and that's okay because we understand her. I just love her so much.

Speaking of which, I love the new bond between Rosalie and Bella but I also love that it's not entirely a good things? Like, there is a very clearly stated undertone that Rose cares more about the fetus than she does about Bella, and I just respect that? She isn't just magically sweet and kind, it's twisted and complicated and good storytelling (I forgot to mention in the Eclipse post Rosalie's backstory, but obviously that's also amazing).

Seth is also the most wonderful and pure cinnamon role in history and I will die for him.

6. this:

Leah: Mom dropped him a lot when he was a baby. Jacob: Oh his head, apparently. Leah: He used to gnaw on the crib bars, too. Jacob: Lead paint? Leah: Looks like it.

7. This section is just so fucking brutal. The physical toll of carrying the baby for Bella, Edward's agony, Jacob's suffering, Leah's everything, the coming attack from the wolves, the birth... Immaculate.

Part three - Bella:

If there was one Mary Sue I would stan, it was Bella. You're doing amazing sweetie!! You go and be an awesome newborn. We believe in you!!!

All the vampire descriptions are just so fucking good. The whole distractability, the way the new senses literally overwhelm you. I love it all.

You know what? I really don't mind the imprinting. Meyer goes to great lengths to say that it's in no way romantic. It's not the Greatest Thing, but, I mean, I'm reading a fantasy book... my suspension is very much suspending...

Jacob's being an ass again, only caring about what he wants, but it's only for like two chapters so it's fine.

I can't help but love the congregation of vampires, it's just so fun and interesting, and even though we spend so little time with them they are all so distinct.

It's a great showdown. I love it way more then I did the first time. I am still fond of the What-The-Fuck-They-Are-All-Dying???? scene from the movie, but it's intense even without it.

and this:

Garrett: If we live through this, I`ll follow you anywhere, woman. Kate: Now he tells me.

Good job all around. Now I need to go buy Midnight Sun.

[askanallo]

what does it feel to have a celebrety crush?

Sorry this one took me a while to answer, I had to think about it because I don't get celebrity crushes often.

It depends on age and personality a lot tbh. For me, as an adult, it's just "wow this guy is hot" and seeking out stuff he's in sometimes to look at him. When I get bored/horny I think about what having sex with him would be like sometime. I think that celebrity crushes tend to be more sexual than romantic (at least for me) because it's difficult to imagine dating a guy I don't know anything about.

Back when I was a teen, my bestie was into Justin Bieber. She was obsessed, stuck pictures of him on the walls, stuff like that. This gets way less common as people mature.

And that's about it for my experiences with celebrity crushes. They seem super common on Tumblr, but this is a fandom-brained website, and irl they're a bit more uncommon. (Not super rare, but a ton of people don't have one either.)

[chaiseao3o]

What I Am Most Proud Of Essay

Growing up as a first generation Asian American, I was raised in an emotionally hostile environment, where I was not encouraged to be expressive. Celebrations were perceived as rambunctious and loud. Mental breakdowns were deemed as a sign of failure. After discovering AP Language and AP Literature in high school, I discovered a passion for literature. Overtime, it became a safe haven for me to escape reality. Books were captivating, as each story I read was intentionally relatable and oddly relatable in some way. Words became animated and intricate stories created new worlds for me to explore. Through stories, we gather intellectual experiences, passionate relationships, charming friendships, and promising dreams.

Creativity is the living, driving force of all ideations and creations. Without creativity, we would be living in a bleak world as it promotes expression, originality, and innovation which are all components of a flourishing society. Many may choose to express their creativity through multiple means such as art, dance, and music. However, I prefer to express my creativity through the art of literature. Overtime, I have resorted to free writing where I create my own characters and plots. This is my proudest accomplishment because my stories encapsulates the progression of my own personal growth. It is a documentation of the cumulative experiences in my life. I get to witness my emotional maturity through the character of my stories as my characters confront their own conflicts. Through writing, I get to recollect the memories of my life and explore ‘what if?’ scenarios. It is fascinating to see the story unfold into another alternate universe and experience a different life.  As I write, I noticed my new-found confidence as I let go of my insecurities through my stories. It’s as if I have developed a new persona with every story I write. Never in a million years would I have imagined literature to be an impactful hobby in my life, but just like Justin Bieber once sang, “ never say never”.

Reading has helped navigate me through different obstacles, but writing has helped me acknowledge my own evolution, relive my angsty tribulations, and celebrate the highlighted triumphs.  Hence, there is nothing that makes me more proud than my work of literature.

[fantastickkay]

Album Review of the Week: Selena Gomez - Revival (2015)

2015's Revival is the first album from Selena after leaving Hollywood Records for Interscope. I remember this being teased as her version of Christina Aguilera's 2002 Stripped in that it is her "debut" as a mature post-Disney star. I have never been a huge Selena Gomez fan, but when this album came out I was completely obsessed with it for a minute! The overall sound of this album is very cohesive, mainly chill-pop with a few dance tracks thrown in. It sounds very 2015 without sounding too dated today, striking a good balance between trendy and timeless.

The album touches on a turbulent few years in Selena's personal life - mainly the public relationship and split with Justin Bieber and a stint in rehab with a few tracks touching on building confidence - and a few that are just plain fun!

Overall, this album does its job to transition Selena Gomez into an adult and shed the childish Disney ties. It does get a little ballad heavy, but it is very much a solid piece of work!

Hands To Myself is a great track, I love the middle when it slows down and she says "I mean, I could, but why would I want to?" This one is probably the best song on the album for me, fun and bouncy - just the way I like it!

Same Old Love is another major standout. I used to blow out my vocal chords singing this in the car. I love the hard piano(?), sounds like someone is just banging away. The lyricism is fantastic as well, very imaginative and poetic yet real and raw at the same time.

Me & the Rhythm is a great song bridging the pain of going through something difficult with finding an outlet to release that energy and feel something good! The melody and vocal delivery sounds really great as well.

Body Heat is a great energetic and seductive track! The man's voice kinda mumbling in the background of the chorus is really interesting and fun, as are the instrumentals.

Rise is the most 2015-sounding track on this album. The chorus has the trendy quick cadence of the time and it has cheesy uplifting lyrics which was also very popular at the time (see: Fight Song).

Me & My Girls was on a ton of my playlists at the time. It is energetic and sassy - perfect for a dance playlist!

[biebsimagine]

Carolina: one

"I know what you want, and I know you don't have the confidence to tell me." His fingers wrapped around my hand and brought it to his lips. They were hot and burned my skin.

"What do I want?"

"You want to be taken. You want to be manhandled. You want to be wrecked and brought right to the edge and pushed over. You want to forget everything else." His words vibrated against my arm and it tickled. I tried to pull away but his grip only tightened. "Am I right?"

A sigh ruptured from my lips as I grabbed the dirty plates from the table, making sure to keep my hands clean. Abandoned food hit the plate as I scraped it with the blunt knife. Even as I cleared the table, I could see two or three more in need of the same attention.

The restaurant was filled with chatter and laughter, and people who were most likely wanting to be served, but I knew I didn't have time to think it over; there was too much to do. There was never time to even take a minute to breathe and regain your thoughts.

Just as usual, that night I did my usual routine; take orders, serve, clean, take orders, serve, clean..

Take orders,

Serve,

Clean.

Over and over again with excessively long hours each and every day, apart from the day off I received once in a blue moon.

By the end of the night, there was a thin layer of sweat decorating my forehead, and a headache lurking in the back of my skull, just like every night.

My apron hung on its designated hook, taking the place of my raincoat and bag, which I threw on as I made my way to the door; more than thankful to be leaving.

I muttered farewells to co-workers and familiar faces, not making too much effort because I knew I'd be seeing them in approximately eight hours.

Despite escaping the restaurant being a comforting thought, I knew I'd be returning home to more mess that had my name carved into it. There was no taking orders and serving, but cleaning seemed to be something I couldn't escape.

I walked home and took my time, earphones in and the world trapped and shut away, because I wanted anything but to enter that front door. I could make a strong guess that I'd find my boyfriend slouched on the couch with the TV blasting; he wouldn't give the slightest care in the world that it was eleven o'clock and people were trying to sleep.

Rain began to fall softly but I didn't pull my hood over my head because I enjoyed the tiny raindrops hitting my cheeks and gliding down my skin. I walked the pavement to the beat of the music.

I wasn't wrong; I trudged through the door to find Harry thrown over the couch, although the TV was off and he was asleep, mouth gaping wide. His t-shirt had ridden up to reveal his tattoos.

Looking around, I huffed when I saw his jacket and shoes thrown to the ground and rubbish littering the coffee table.

I only cleaned the room this morning.

I slammed the door and the man jumped out of his slumber. Sleepy eyes found their way to me and I received a lazy smile.

"Hey, babe," he said, not moving a muscle. "D'you have fun at work?"

"Oh, I had a whale of a time," I muttered, taking my shoes off - almost moaning at the feeling of my feet being free - and placing them beside the door, ready for another day.

"That bad, huh?" He chuckled and I held a tight smile on my lips.

First thing on the list was to gather his jacket and his shoes, hang the coat up on the rack beside the door and put his shoes next to my own. I could feel him watching me as I did it.

"Are you ready for bed?" he asked. "I'm wiped out."

I tried hard not to question what he'd done to be so tired, despite knowing he'd done nothing with his day besides picking up groceries and lifting a beer can to his mouth, with the occasional lifting the remote and pointing it at the TV screen.

"Definitely," I said. "But I have to tidy first." I tried not to let sarcasm seep into my voice.

"Alright, I'll see you upstairs, yeah?"

"Mhm," I hummed, grabbing the empty can of beer from the coffee table. Harry leaned over to press a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

The cans, wrappers and cigarettes were thrown in the trash before I moved on to washing the dishes that were piled up in the sink. I grimaced, just as I do at work, as I tried not to touch the mushed up substances.

The surfaces were wiped down (Harry had apparently spilt something and decided to leave it be) and the plugs were switched off, and I turned off the lights in the kitchen and the living room before I began to slump up the stairs.

I could hear him brushing his teeth as I entered our bedroom, so I grabbed a towel and went in the bathroom, sitting on the lid of the toilet and waiting for him to finish.

"Want me to join you?" he asked with a mischievous grin, wiping the sides of his mouth.

He took a hold of my hand and pulled me up before twirling me around. He may not have understood how to clear his own mess, but he definitely mastered the skill of neck kissing.

Lips soft and plump, they pressed down onto my skin and left it burning in the areas he targeted. His fingers caressed my hips gently.

I hummed, but I could feel the fatigue weighing me down. "I don't think so, I'm too tired. I just wanna get in and get out and get into bed."

"You sure I can't tempt you?" he whispered, sinking his teeth into my earlobe. A shiver ran its finger down my back.

"Uh-uh, no," I said, although my eyes didn't seem to want to open.

"If you say so." He chuckled, letting me out of his embrace as he sauntered out of the bathroom.

The hot water was just what I needed, not sex or any other form of pleasure. The sensation of water sprinkling onto my back was enough to relax me. But I knew it wouldn't last. I'd be up at six o'clock for work in the morning and the time for me to take charge would begin.

But what are you supposed to do when you're in control all day, every day? When you're relied on to take charge and make sure everything is in working order as it should be every single day?

What if you don't want to be in control?

[perkqularkreashions]

Detention

//The One Where Justin gets Detention//

 //Part Two// Part One

His mood instantly changed when he walked into his house, his mother glaring at him, with his father right by her side. Arms crossed against their chest as they watched their son just waltzed into the house as if he own it, as if he paid any types of bills. “What in the hell are you grinning about, strolling into my house at midnight! On a school night!”

“Do you know how worried I was!” His father shouted, his finger slicing through the air as he spoke. But Justin didn’t care, he got a blowjob, not one but two blowjobs from Y/N. His mind traveling back to the her, the way she bobbed on his dick, or the they way she smile when she made him cum. She was perfection at its finest, words couldn’t describe how ecstatic he was.

“Justin Drew Bieber are you listening to me!” His mother screeched out, he looked up snapping out his thoughts of the blowjob he’d received. 

“Yes mom- I was” he stated slowly, she scoffed her hands flying up into the air before slapping against her fuzzy pink robe.

“The school said that they wouldn’t suspend but since they have a no tolerance for skipping, but you do have to serve detention” his father explained, but the words didn’t reach Justin he didn’t care about the detention or being suspended, all his mind could and wanted to process was that he got a blow job from Y/N, not one but two.

The next day at school Justin hadn’t seen Y/N, he was worried that she was embarrassed for sucking his dick, maybe she thought he was too small,not amongst average size. Maybe he came too fast, maybe his cum didn’t taste right.

Justin sat at his desk, twirling the pencil around his two fingers. He sat up quickly at the sight of the Y/N walking pass, her hips switching to the beat of her heels clicking unto the dirty tiled floor. She slid into the seat in front of him, her eyes never once meeting his. He slummed down his chair, his eyes moving to the window, trying to avoid looking at her.

“Hey pretty boy" her voice whispered lowly, he looked in front of him noticed her head laying on the desk, her chocolate eyes staring at him. He shifted slightly in his seat, he could feel his dick pressing against his pants. Her simple look drove him insane, they way she batted her lashes, it gave her the most innocent look. But that’s the trick, she wasn’t innocent, she roped you with her feigned behavior and once your in, you can’t escape only wanting more and more.

“Hey” he simply answered, she pouted her lips before sliding out of the chair. Her body slowly moving about him. She propped herself on the desk, her legs on each side of Justin’s chair. He didn’t notice the skirt she was wearing, how the skirt rode up and when she brought herself closer to the edge of desk, and how he couldn’t see any colored panties as he watched in between her legs.

“Don’t be like that” she whispered, her body slowly moving to his lap, her dress now pooled around her waist, her arms rested on his shoulders. Justin swallowed slowly, his eyes slowly tracing up her body as they finally reached her seductive eyes.

“Y-y-you’re not uh- not wearing panties” he stuttered, she slowly grabbed his hand. Placing his hand on her throbbing core, his simple touch caused her to sigh out in content. Justin’s eyes watched the her glistening pussy, his fingers gently tracing over the slits, spreading her juices against his fingers. His index finger slowly inserted itself into her pussy, curving his finger slowly he pulled out slowly before ramming his finger in. Y/N let out a soft yelp, her eyes close and her lips slightly parted. He’s watched porno before and he’s had sex a hand full of times but he felt as if he needed to do more. She wasn’t same average girl at a party that he could sleep with for admiration, he wanted to truly please her

Y/N gasped softly when he placed another finger in, pacing himself as he thrusted into her. She moaned his name, her head placed in the crook of his neck, her hands gripping on his arm. Her hips slowly bucking against his hand, her cool wet lips pressed against his neck, sending shivers down his body. “Faster” she whispered, she pushed herself back, revealing her sopping pussy, her hands instantly flying to her clit, her fingers vigorously circling it. Justin watched in amazement, licked his dry lips. Her moans didn’t sound like the generic moans he heard, she didn’t use the same catch phrases that porn stars uses or the girls he slept with. He was snapped out of his thoughts with her lips pressed against his, it was sloppy but passionate. Her hands resting on his neck while he still continually thrusted into her. Y/N pulled back slightly her mouth slightly agape, her breathing hurried as she began to buck mechanical. She let out a soft grunt, she laughed softly before pressing another kiss on Justin’s lips.

“Who would’ve guessed” she laughed softly, her breathing still rigid and uneven. She grabbed Justin’s hand sucking off her juices. He grunted softly, he grabbed her hips before placing her on the edge of the desk. His eyes running over body dangerously slow.

“I want you” Justin whispers, his voice husky against her ears. She tugged on her bottom lip watching the him in front of her. His hands slowly pulling on the camisole string, his fingers running over silk like skin. She shuddered in delight. Her stomach churned in a pleasurable sensation, Y/N let out a soft sigh before letting her head fall back. Justin’s warm lips sucking gently on her neck, softly licking and mark Y/N’s neck.

“If you want me take me Justin” she whispers out, her fingers gently tugging on his belt buckle. Without hesitation he quickly unbuckled his belt, she tugged on her bottom lip as she watched him hastily pull down his pants. Justin quickly yanked off her skirt, leaving her lower half bare and quivering. His lips slowly pressing against her neck, sucking on it harshly as his hands running into her shirt as he fondled with her breast, soon her breast spilled over her shirt. He instantly took them his mouth, letting his teeth gently bite down on her harden nipples.

"Justin-" she whispered but was cut by his dick shoving inside of her. Y/N let out a whimper at his experimental thrust, his hands gripping her waist as he pushed himself farther into her. He picked up a slow rhythm as his hips began to pound into hers, Y/N hands wrapped around his neck, while her forehead rested on his. She let out quick and airy pants as Justin dick grinded into her. His paces would change from hasty to slow. Y/N would let out a whimper of agony when he would drastically change his pace. "I swear to-" she whined softly at Justin lunging into her, silencing the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him closer to her. Her body falling back slightly at Justin's gratifying thrust, she let out a loud sob as his thumb began flickering on her pulsating clit. Her toes curling at the sensation, her mouth opening slightly as she let out broken moans. Justin quickly pulled out, his hands swiftly working to get the girl bent over the desk. Her head hung over the desk as Justin's pounded into her, the sound of their skin smacking together filled the quiet room. Her pornographic moans following in suit. She felt the familiar feeling rush over her, the warm feeling slowly rushing over body.

Justin slowly lifted her up by the neck, pushing her back into his chest. His lips connecting against hers as Y/N grunted slowly in his mouth. She moved away from his parted lips as she rested her head on his shoulder. He cried out her name as he slowly came. He stopped moving in her as he cocked flinched oozing out his warm cum in the cumming girl. He slowly pulled out resting on the desk behind him, his eyes never once leaving Y/N. She slowly settle in between his legs letting her heaving body rest on his.

He smiled slowly, he looked down at her before cheering slightly in his head.

[babeimagineus]

Mistaken thoughts-m

Justin and you attend a business event after not seeing each other for a week, he gives you the cold shoulder which makes you confused..maybe it seemed like he fell out of love?? [jb x reader] warnings; mature, angst.

“Quit touching me” he seethes through his teeth.

“What?” you smile back.

You tilt your head as you innocently keep your hand on his thigh. You know you shouldn’t be provoking him but you couldn’t help but find his reactions so amusing. He had been super busy with travelling and business you two had hardly anytime alone.

The scenery was amazing, a building so structured and built so well, it almost reminded you of an ancient castle of some sort. The night sky was pitch black, the trees were barely there but you could make out the shapes and branches as it swung in the cold air. Speaking of cold air, you could definitely feel the chilly breeze hit your exposed arms and legs.

“Are you cold?” he whispers lowly beside your ear as he places his hand on the crook of your lower back.

You could feel the shiver travel down your spine, not because of the breeze but because of barely there touch of justin’s hand.

Beautiful looking figured women and men were surrounded you as you scan your eyes left and right. You now felt out of place as you lean down to slowly sip your glass of alcohol. 

“Hey!” you turn your head to the familiar voice and see Kendall and Hailey.

After a while of walking around the exhibit of art, expensive yet bland like of looking paintings and structures you finally feel tired and a bit off from all the walking and wine you’ve drank.

“So he was carrying me on his back and then he just dropped me,” kendall exclaims as she continues to tell you two her hilarious story of a recent fan meet story, where supposebly a male fan wanted to take a photo with her on his back, instead he dropped her. You laugh along with the girls as they continue to joke around. You were glad you bumped into them or else you’ll just be dragged along beside Justin and his stupid business conversations that you had no intention of listening to. 

“By the way, i really like how the dress works with your body,” hailey squeals out, pinching the fabric between her manicured nails, “expensive?”

“yeah, it’s a little over a thousand.” you answer back and you twirl the bubbly liquid remaining in your glass.

“Justin has that kind of money, that boy sure does love you,” she says in a teasing voice.

You smile back as you hear Justin’s name being mentioned. You almost forgot about justin, “I hope he does,” you whisper under your breath. Kendall and hailey didn’t seem to hear as they begin ranting and gossiping again.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Jesus stop running away from me and answer your phone next time,” justin scolds you as he drags you by the forearm into the black vehicle.

You wanted to cry and wail like a baby at him. You were the one looking and waiting for him. You try to keep up with his pace as you painfully walk to the car. 

“Justin,” you squeak out, your voice slightly breaking because of the aching in your feet. He narrows his eyes to your for a moment as soon as he hears the tone in your voice. “My feet. It hurts.” He quickly and effortlessly scoop you up bridal style and opens the door, placing you carefully before getting in as well.

You weren’t sure if Justin still loved you like before, you were scared he had moved on. You hadn’t seen him in a week and a half and during the time apart you two barely spoke or facetimed. You had been super busy with college as well as managing a partime job, even though he insisted you he could cover all your financial issues even though you knew he could easily do that, you still wanted a normal life despite being in a relationship with a rich billionaire. Most of the times when you would call him he would quickly excuse himself because of a ‘meeting with important people’ but whenever he calls you, he always expects you to answer his call. “Ugh that stupid idiotic-”

The sounds of water droplets rang through your ears, awakening you from your sleep. The feeling of silk and satin sheets run through your fingers, the warmth of the soft blankets covering over almost bare body. You run your hand at your body, mentally sighing as you realise you weren’t fully nude and was probably wearing one of Justin’s tshirts. “You’re awake.” 

You snap your direction to the man walking into the bedroom freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his torso, your eyes follow and he paces out of the door once again and down the stairs, despairing from your sight. You sigh out as you lay flat back onto the bed, making a ‘oof’ sound, wow this bed was so comfortable. Did he change his mattress or something?

You feel the bed sudden droop down the side, indicating justin was back and seated next to you. You watch as he holds out a glass of water with a small white pill. You sit up and take the single pill, along with the glass and do as directed. Did this show he cared? You gently place the glass on the side table and cross your legs, playing with your feet, which was a habit you had when you were nervous. 

“Nervous are we babygirl?” He says as he reaches and tucks a heavy strand off hair to the back of your ear, since your posture and leaning caused your messy hair to drape like a curtain around your face. He reaches to the back of your neck and cups your face, gently as ever and plants a single kiss below your ear. As soon as you thought it was over and you two could sleep, he starts to suck a little harsher, the kisses going lower. 

“Can we finish what you started in the car?” he mutters as he lays his head into your shoulder causing his slightly damp golden locks to tickle your chin and nose. You don’t reply for a moment, you weren’t sure why, maybe it was just because you were so shocked at how tonight escalated, just a moment ago you were doubting whether he still loved you, just back at the event justin was scolding you, ignoring you, this made your heart ache and the hole was still there, bleeding almost, you were crying to be loved by this man. 

“Baby?” he mumbles against your shoulder when he realises you have not responded yet, “are you ok? You seem a bit… out of place.” 

Your heart drops and you dont know why you couldn’t respond back to him, you loved him, you were now going to show him just how much. 

Soft as ever could be, the clean skin of his upper body smooths against your fingertips, you take your time as you feel the structured abs on his glorious body. You quickly get up and sit on his lap, your front body rubbing against his bare one. 

“Are you sure you still have the energy to do this?” justin laughs as you start to pepper kiss his neck, “not long ago you were just passed out.” 

You grind your hips against his towel, the thin fabric of your panties were so thin and transparent you could basically feel the whole length of his erection, not to mention the amazing thick texture of his towel. You angle your clit as you began to rock your hips at a steady pace, the fire quickly igniting between you two, the room suddenly suffocating in heat and lust. 

A large pair of hands suddenly coming to your waist and he steadies your grinding, “fuck-Ugh stop for a moment,” he growls out as tries to hold you steady. You really needed to orgasm and you were so desperate after ages of not seeing him, you wanted to share something intimate and he wanted you to stop? 

“Really? “ you breathe out, a verge of tears appearing, you really needed to cum and you were so stressed and angry with justin you couldn’t help but cry. Justin had his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the wall so he couldn’t see your eyes. 

“Stop babygirl, i’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.” he breathes out as he bites down on his pink lips you now wanted to kiss so badly. 

You feel anger get the better of you and as if your hands had mind of their own, you swiftly reach in between your bodies and remove his towel, leaving him bare. Justin’s eyes flash open in surprise at the action. He first noticed the towel being removed but then his eyes travelled to your face. 

“Babe. You’re crying?” 

Before he could react, you grab a hold of his cock, he was so hard and stiff you moan out as you start to pump his length in your hand. Justin groans out loud as he starts to react by shifting his hips at your hand, trying his best to thrust into your fingers, despite you sitting on top of him. You inwardly smile as this showed you justin needed this more than you thought, you loved seeing him desperate for your touch. He starts to twitch in your fingers, the precum from his tip leaking all over your pumping hand making it so much easier to move smoothly, you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight. 

“Ugh-f-fucking hell. Im not gonna last,” he groans out into your ear making you smile as he sounded shaky and breathless. 

You wanted to make him loose control so bad, almost to punish him for not calling you even though that sounds childish you didnt really care. 

Without thinking, you hold his length and shove him into your core. You both moan at the same time, the action taking you both by surprise. He detaches his hands from your waist and grip tightly onto the bedsheets causing his knuckles to turn white. Justin was using all the self control he had to prevent himself from letting go. 

“F-f-fuck. So tight.” he grunts out as you start to move your hips a bit. 

Despite not having any action the past week, you tried your best to adjust with his size but it felt so constricted it didn’t really feel as pleasurable as the other times you’ve had sex. 

You hold onto his broad shoulders as you use it to help yourself rock back and forth, suddenly loving how he felt inside of you, you speed up a tad. 

“Im cumming,” you snap your eyes opening at his words, you see the way he had his pink lips turning white from how hard he was biting them, how his forehead was now sweating and hair flopped against his forehead, everything telling you he had good sex. 

You bite your lip happily. He moves his hips up, trembling his thighs as you feel his cock twitching inside your core. You move your eyes down at the sight, taking in how beautiful he looked like this, how much you missed the sight. He wails out in pleasure as he lets go, his seed warm inside of you, filling you up. 

Narrowing your eyes down, you could see how his lower stomach clenched and unclenched, how his chest the heaving up and down so fast like he ran a thousand miles. 

He stays like that for a while, trying to catch his breath. You get off his length, carefully, taking a seat on his thighs. You squint your eyes in disgust as you watch the string of arousal mixed across his thighs. Before you could get up and clean it off, your back was suddenly being met with the mattress. 

“Let me return the favour babygirl,” he says with a huge smile. 

 He intertwines your fingers with his large ones as he pins you down.

“My beautiful baby,” he mumbles in a loving voice as he sucks down on your neck.

[nochillzone-uxv]

Yuh Hearddd

[marshallsgirl]

I won't let anyone hurt you

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Summary: y/n went to the spa and two men attacked her.  

Warnings: 🔞MATURE READ AT YOU OWN RISK

Songs you can listen to while reading this: 2U-David Guetta, Justin Bieber.

Author's note: I got inspired by CSI Miami. Maybe no one will read it, but that's okay. I wanted to post it in here so that when I'm old I can come back here to read it and laugh and feel proud of myself and my crazy thoughts.

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I had a really hard week. I've been so stressed about stuff at work. I didn't have Marshall to keep me company and make me forget about the whole world because he was working in California. So I decided I needed to take a break. I needed to relax. And I went to this great spa but first I texted Marshall just to let him know my plans so that he won't get worry about me not answering my phone.

"Thats great, babe. Call me when you get back home" he texted back.

Just imagining the great time I was about to have it made me feel happy.

So, I'm at the spa right. I'm wearing my swimwear underneath the robe and I feel so ready to be relax. I said hello to the other girls that were there. I was about to spend some time in the pool when out of nowhere two men wearing masks entered and they started shouting.

"All right, ladies! Everyone up!" Shouted one of them

"On you feet! Move it!" Shouted the other

I looked at them. I was really angry now. Why the fuck do they wanted to ruin my day!? The girls were screaming. They were really scared. Where were the fucking security of this place? Shit. One of the men got close to me.

"I said move!", shouted to me and pushed me. I fell down on the floor and I hit my head. I didn't feel pain. I got up and joined the other girls.

"Everyone in the lockers!" shouted the men

Fuck, they are gonna rob us. Fuck them. I won't let that shit happen. I'm furious now, man. Don't fucking mess with me.

"Come on now! Get in there now!" They continued screaming at us. "I want this lockers open now!"

All the girls obeyed them. Fuck. I was angry and I wanted to do something but I didn't want to hurt anyone, I started thinking. My purse was in my locker and inside of it I have a gun. Protection purpose. I had never use it before. Maybe today is gonna be the day.

" I want your purses in my bag and your keys in my hand!" they said.

Oh, fuck no! You won't take my car you bastards. I open my locker and got my gun ready. I can hear them getting close to me. They are both close to me. I don't see any guns in them. So, I'm gonna be fine, right? I looked over my shoulder and I saw another girl. She got pepper spray in her hand and she is getting ready too.

The man touched her shoulder. We were both facing our lockers. The other man touched my shoulder as well.

"Hurry up and give me that" said the man without knowing what she actually had in her hand.

"You, where's your key?" asked the other man to me.

I looked at the girl next to me. We both nodded and turned to face the men. I pulled the trigger at the same time the girl next to me shotted the pepper spray to the other man.

The man I shotted is laying on the floor. And the other man runs away.

Soon the police were there and the media too. I wanted to call Marshall but the police men kept asking me questions and then paramedics were all over me because I had blood on my face from when I fell earlier. I was fine. I didn't feel pain but they insisted in me to go to the hospital. I kept on telling them I need to call my man but they didn't listened to me. They took me to the hospital. I begged a nurse to let me call Marshall and she lent me her phone, but Marshall didn't answer. Hours passed and I was still in the hospital

"I'm fine. I wanna go now" I said

"Please, just wait we need to do a few more exams just to make sure everything is fine. Is a busy day today, please be patient" said the nurse and just as she finished her sentence I hear Marshall's voice. Could it really be him?

"There you are!" he said as he saw me laying down in the litter. "Y/n", I sat down in the litter. He started kissing me. He kissed my chest, my shoulder, my neck, every part of me that he could reach.

“You good?” he demanded between kisses. “Did they hurt you at all?”

"I am absolutely fine now" I promised and cupped his face in my hands. "The one day I decided to pamper myself, right?" His eyes went straight to the gash over my eye.

"Y/n, I don't like the look of that"

"I'm fine"

"Did they check you out?"

"Babe, I'm fine" I said

"Tell me what happened" he demanded.

" They were suddenly there and...I keep seeing them, you know, those masks..."

Marshall's arms tightened around me.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I wasn't there"

"You are here now", I let myself absorb that for a moment, let it sink in and settle in my head. I was finally with Marshall.  I was safe now. "How did you know what happened?" I asked

"I saw it on the news"

"You know I used my gun?", He looked at me smiling

"That's my girl" he said and kissed me again.

When we got back home we went straight to the bedroom. We cuddled in bed until Marshall got a call and he left the room. That was weird. Normally he doesn't has a problem with me overhearing him while he is on the phone. He returned with a triumphant smile. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on top of me. He started kissing me. He kissed me so passionately. He kissed my neck. He bited me. He left open kisses on my neck. I could felt his delicius tongue making his way to my chest.

"Whats got into you?" I asked moaning and he looked up at me.

"Want me to be careful?" he said while he removed my clothes so that I was just wearing my bra and panties.

"Answer me!" I demanded

"I want to fuck you, babe" he answered and started to kiss me again. He press his lips with my lips in the most delicious way. His tongue and mine are dancing together. It's my turn to take off all his clothes. Kissing again my neck I feel him leaving marks. He made his way to my breasts. With one hand he took off my bra then cupped my breasts, my nipples pucker at his touch. I lifted my arms and putted them around Marshall's head. My fingers weave into his hair, and very gently I tug his soft, sexy hair. He's sucking my nipples making them to extend. I arch my back to force my breasts into his expert mouth.

"You like this, babe?"

"Yeah"

He sucked them a bit more and then his fingers hooked into my panties and slide my panties down my legs and off. Gently, he cups my sex, brushing his thumb across my clitoris and making me cry out. Slowly, he inserts one, then two fingers inside me. I groan and thrust my hips forward,

eager to meet his fingers and the palm of his hand. He circles his fingers inside me, around and around, while his thumb strokes my clitoris, back and forth, once more.

“Ah, I'm close” I groan, while Marshall’s fingers continue to move inside me . "I need you" I breathe

And in one swift move he buries himself inside me.

“Ah!” I cry out, not from any pain, but from surprise at his alacrity. He groans, and his lips find mine again as he pushes into me, over and over, his tongue possessing me, too. He moves frantically and I meet him thrust for thrust, welcoming him.

“y/n, come with me” he growls and those are my words. My eyes shut as my body tightens at the low sound of his voice, and I come loudly, spiraling into an intense climax and he comes powerfully, pouring himself into me, his face strained, his body rigid, before he collapses with his full weight onto me, panting. We stayed like that many minutes. Finally he shakes his head and leans up on his elbows, taking someof his weight. He gazes down at me as if seeing me for the first time.

"Fuck, I love you" he bends and kisses me tenderly

"I love you too, Marshall"

We cuddled again. And I couldn't stop thinking that I really love him. I'm his and he is mine. I feel so lucky.

"Sleep" he orders

I feel so relaxed. This is what I needed. Soon I felt asleep.

"I took care of the asshole that ran away. I won't let anyone hurt you" Marshall whispered.

[jayflrt]

how to un-hate your summer fling

PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ implied smut, fluff if you squint, lowkey friends to enemies to lovers, friends with benefits au, summer romance au, frat boy au

WARNINGS ▸ suggestive content, profanity, fuckboy!jay, more like frat boy with fuckboy tendencies and a soft boy lean, making out, grinding

SUMMARY ▸ jay park had trouble written across his forehead, and you were well aware that making out with him behind locked doors was a terrible idea. yet, that never stopped either of you.

PLAYLIST ▸ peaches by justin bieber (ft. daniel caesar and giveon)

WORD COUNT ▸ 2689 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i was writing this as a summer romance au originally and then @baekhyuns-lipchain​ mentioned frat boy au so i went !! (btw i will still get that frat boy heeseung one done)

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, YOU HATED SUMMER.

Many would argue that summer was the best season of the year. You, however, never liked the season one bit. Sure, school was over and you finally had a break from your dismal college courses, but summer vacation meant driving up to the Calliope Resort with your sorority.

One would argue: what wasn’t there to like about summer? There was the burning sand speckled with shells and rocks; the cool ocean waves leaving behind alabaster-colored spume and the salty sea breeze; the cerulean blue sky with fluffy white clouds floating about; and the sunsets that made you hate summers just a little less because of the vibrant colors that glowed beyond the horizon.

What you absolutely despised about summer, though, was not the scalding waves of heat nor the chattering seagulls circling around in groups.

No, your grudge against summer solely resided in one individual. One individual that made your blood roil in your gut and your toes curl.

That one individual was Park Jongseong, or, as he liked to be called, Jay.

The guy was all the craze, his name buzzing around your college campus like wildfire. Rumor had it that he couldn’t go one party without a girl ending up in his bed. This was, of course, a lie, but you supposed Jay didn’t mind rumors that stroked his ego. Your sorority always went on mini-retreats with Jay’s fraternity, which never did you any favors because you were stuck seeing him for good.

Your family and Jay’s had been close since before the two of you were born. Hence, you spent a majority of your childhood with him. Jay used to look and act like a complete nerd before he hit adulthood. Whenever you went over to his house, he would lock himself up in his room and binge One Piece. He seemed to have no interest in you whatsoever, only mustering a few words of acknowledgement if his mother forced him to.

When you and Jay hit legal age, however, you noticed a great shift. He was different even in his aura. He cleaned up his act and started paying more attention to his skin, hair, and fashion. He even tanned a little over the summer with a warm glow across his skin. This resulted in a glow-up that was beyond your imagination.

Jay looked hot.

You didn’t fall behind, though. You had matured as well, and maybe you were a little too eye-catching for your own good because Jay seemed to set his sights on you.

It was inevitable that you and Jay wouldn’t be as close as you were before. While that was true to an extent, you did end up getting close to Jay in a way you didn’t expect.

Your relationship with Jay took a giant turn during your last summer at another sorority-frat retreat. The chemistry between you and Jay was electric, each shared moment sending sparks down your spine. You thought nothing would happen anyway, but Jay surprised you by kissing you behind a tree during a bonfire. Thus, your no-strings, confusing relationship with Jay kicked off, and consisted of just sneaking around and getting as much physical contact as possible.

But, just when you thought things were smooth sailing, your blissful summer ended.

You and Jay lost contact.

It was true that you never put any labels on your relationship. You were hardly friends more than you were simply associated because of your parents, so there was just an unspoken connection between you two. Jay was a painfully honest person, so you expected some sort of answer as to how far he wanted to take things with you, but he stayed silent.

What hurt the most was that Jay didn’t even try to contact you afterward. He treated you like some cheap fling that he found convenient. The only interaction you had with him were drunken comments passed around at parties and awkward glances over shots of vodka. So, despite the crystalline water and cute lifeguards, you dreaded summer.

“Y/N, you're not staying in the car,” your best friend said, frustrated with your stubborn behavior. “We have to check into the hotel together, or I’m not letting you take the single bedroom.”

“Fine, fine!” you exclaimed, getting out of the car and fixing your hair. “Just make sure you hide me if we see Jay,” you said, your voice dropping to a mumble at the end.

Thankfully, your friend didn’t hear your comment, so you skillfully avoided further questioning. She had occupied herself with trying to flag down any other members of your sorority or the frat. You begrudgingly followed behind her when she started speed-walking to catch up to the three figures in the distance.

Jay and two of his friends stopped on the shore, waiting for you and your best friend to catch up. Jay turned away and looked toward the sea. He was something out of a magazine—probably something pre-teen that you would’ve gushed over when you were twelve.

While your friend was chatting away with Jay’s friend, you stood next to Jay, stiff and mildly uncomfortable. Neither of you made any attempt to close the distance.

Jay spoke up first, “Enjoying the view?”

He pushed his hair back with a hand. You weren’t a big fan of the guy, but you had to admit he looked dreamy with the sun shining down on him, making his skin glow.

“I guess,” you mumbled. “The water’s pretty.”

Jay laughed, crisp and clear, turning to you with a smile tugging at his lips. “The water? I’m talking about me.”

You had no time to object to his clarification when your friend spoke up.

“Let’s head to our rooms,” she said. “Y/N, are you sure you’re okay with being alone in a single?”

“Of course.”

In actuality, you weren’t too keen on being in a room by yourself. That was going to make it a little too easy for you to shut yourself out from the outside world and spend your vacation in the hotel bed. However, there was one benefit to the dilemma: your room was far too small to be the designated hang-out spot. 

You glanced over your shoulder at Jay, who was listening to his friends converse as he looked down at the sand. 

You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore.

You were unpacking your suitcase when a knock came at your door. Two slow ones, two fast ones, and one slow one.

That was Jay’s signature knock.

Your blood went cold and your feet felt frozen in place. You stupidly stared at the door like an idiot until you snapped back into reality when you realized you were leaving him hanging. After kicking the lid of your suitcase closed, you made your way to the door and opened it. You were a bit surprised to see him there, all flesh and bones, even though you knew it was going to be Jay.

“Can I come in?” was the first question he asked. No ‘hello, it’s been a while,’ no ‘how are you?’—nothing.

You responded by opening the door a little wider to let him in. Jay seemed pleasantly surprised by the invitation and walked in, glancing around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time (which he wasn’t because all the rooms had similar layouts). The excitement of having a room to yourself dissipated and you were left worrying over what your old summer fling was here for.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, folding your arms across your chest. “Shouldn’t you be unpacking in your own room?”

“Ouch. Cold.” Jay laughed lightly at your reaction and turned to face you. He moved closer to close the distance but you instinctively stepped backward. “I just wanted to see you.”

You were not going to rekindle whatever you had with Jay. To you, he was just another spoiled frat boy who came over every year to complain about his towels not being preheated and not being able to reserve a pool chair. You were definitely not thinking about his lips on yours or your legs around his waist.

“You ghosted me,” you reminded bitterly, “and now you want to see me?”

Jay leaned back against the wall, taking a sudden interest in his shoelaces. “I wasn’t trying to ghost you, per se—”

“Really now? Then what was it? An indirect friend-zone?” you asked, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“I didn’t think you wanted to start anything.”

The both of you fell silent at his words. That was exactly what you had thought this entire time. His unresponsiveness put you under the impression that he wanted nothing to do with you, but was it really that he just didn’t know what to say? Was he truly just being conscious because of you?

Jay Park was much like the sea—unpredictable, mysterious, bold. You could never tell what was really on his mind. There were slip-ups, of course, but most of the time, he was an enigma.

You were in disbelief that you were making the Jay Park flustered.

“I didn’t think you wanted to start anything,” you responded. “I mean, last summer was… really fun, and I thought you just wanted to fool around while I was conveniently around.”

Jay cleared his throat. “I guess we’ve both had our misunderstandings.” He met your gaze with his sharp one and asked, “Can we start over?”

You supposed you couldn’t keep holding onto your year-long grudge. It only twisted more and more painfully in your chest the longer you allowed it to prick you. You felt bitter about forgiveness since you just wanted to find any excuse to dislike Jay, but he had given you exactly what you wanted: an explanation.

“As friends,” you agreed.

Jay grinned. “Friends it is.”

Whatever possessed you to think that you could ever be nothing more than friends with Jay Park was kicking you in the ass right now.

You were currently pinned up against a shelf in some random storage closet, Jay’s lips slotted with yours and his hands travelling up and down your body. You felt a bit uncomfortable with the shelves against your back, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around Jay’s neck and pulling him unbearably closer.

Jay groaned into the kiss, hips shifting against yours until he got frustrated and shoved his knee between your legs. He didn’t help matters when he moved his hands so one was groping your chest and the other was sliding down between your thighs. You were finding it hard to breathe with all the attention he was giving you. Each tug of his hair and roused whimper from you only encouraged Jay.

It was probably your fault for looking so excited about the CPR training workshop that was going on in the resort’s lobby. Upon seeing your reaction, Jay took the liberty of signing you and him up to practice giving mouth-to-mouth on mannequins. You had no idea why he was hanging around you like a fruit fly, but you figured swatting him away would only make him more annoying.

After a while, Jay seemed to grow jealous of your lifeless, plastic dummy, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

You whimpered against his lips and pushed at his chest, your breaths shallow once you broke for air. “Jay, we should get back to the class.”

“Why?” Jay swooped in to kiss you again. He even made a big deal of tilting your chin up and closing your nostrils with his fingers to prove a point. “I’m getting all the practice I need right here.”

You scrunched up your nose and pushed his hand away. “Jay!” you exclaimed, sniffing once you could breathe properly through your nose again.

“It’s just”—Jay ducked his head and kissed you again—“protocol.”

“What happened to being friends?” you asked, half-miserable and half-relieved when his lips attached to your neck.

“We can’t just be friends,” he mumbled against your neck between kisses. “I already know how you taste.”

“Then what the hell are we?” you asked. Before Jay opened his mouth, you added, “And don’t say friends with benefits. I’m not interested in no strings attached.”

“You think I am?” Jay asked, moving away from your neck to look you in the eye. “I don’t do flings either, Y/N.”

“But… last summer? And all the girls you’ve been with before that.”

As you spoke, you realized that you hadn’t heard of any infamous hookup stories about Jay ever since what happened between you two last summer. That should have been news that you noticed earlier, but you were too caught up in your belief that you were ghosted.

“Well, yeah, I did have one night stands here and there,” he mumbled, “but I didn’t do anything else after what happened between us. I didn’t want you to think I was playing around.”

You nearly laughed, appalled. What was he saying? Your stomach twisted when you realized what he was getting at, but you were too afraid to admit it to yourself.

“Are you saying you’ve been waiting for me this entire time?” you asked. “And you didn’t try to make a move once?”

The tips of Jay’s ears were turning pink with embarrassment. “I didn’t exactly know how to go about it, okay? You looked kinda pissed whenever I was around you.”

“I like you, too,” you blurted out. Jay beamed, but then his face fell flat when you added, “I think.”

“You think,” he echoed.

“I did, I just—okay, look, I really wanted to start something,” you explained. “I thought you ignored me after what happened, so I tried to just forget about it and hate you. I’m kind of falling apart at the moment since everything I believed was wrong.”

Jay laughed, loud and crisp, pulling you close to his chest. “Then let’s start new.”

“Again?” you deadpanned.

“New,” Jay said firmly, taking your face in his hands and tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “Let’s figure out our feelings together and start an actual relationship. No flings and no running away this time.”

You smiled. “I like that idea.”

Jay grinned and leaned in to kiss you. It was slower this time, and a lot more fervent and natural than your previous rushed ones. He cupped your cheeks like he was holding glass, pulled away, and pressed a kiss to your forehead and nose. You never knew that Jay could be this intimate, and you were simply delighted as you watched him take your hands and press gentle kisses to them.

It turned out that being with Jay like this, with your feelings laid bare and open to each other, was far better than hiding behind a wall. Something about the safety of locking your emotions up didn’t feel so comfortable anymore, and sharing them with Jay was a rush you couldn’t get anywhere else.

Instead of indulging himself in the closet with you, Jay declared that he would take you out on proper dates first. Thus, you decided to explore the prospect of dating him, and something deep within you knew that it was going to work out. After all, Jay was the perfect boyfriend, you learned, and he treated you like a princess.

You didn’t care if the sorority sisters or frat brothers gawked at the both of you or if your best friend was spamming you with texts asking how the hell you were pulling Jay Park. You weren’t quite sure yourself either, but you figured you would find out along the way. Nevertheless, you had never felt so certain of starting something so new and foreign to you.

You had the rest of summer vacation to explore these new waters and establish your relationship, anyway. So, hand in hand, you walked with Jay along the shore.

And it felt so right.

[laladellakang]

what songs would enha use to describe Della with?

and if they could choose ONE thing about Della that they absolutely LOVE, what would it be?

OMG I JUST SAW THIS IM SO SORRY

btw my writer’s block is still going strong 🫦 sometimes i just wanna read ffs about della lmao

i said that this is our song but really, the way the singer describes the girl is how i would describe della. she’s just… home. cool water in a desert, really

that’s probably that one thing that i love about her. she’s comforting to everyone without even doing much, she’s a safe space. to be honest, all she needs to do is be in the room and it’ll automatically feel lighter

… okay it sounds hilarious but apart from ‘the sucker for pain’ thing. the ‘us against the world’ and squad loyalty parts are really us

our baby is so strong. she’s been and is going through a lot but she she’s so chill and mature. she always has a smile on, she’s still kind to the world- she’s just amazing

she’d do anything for me.. even when i don’t deserve it.. and she’s also really pretty

i agree with jungwon, her aura is insane. she’s able to make anyone comfortable within such a short time, like- iland? she made 7+ people catch feelings because of it. no wonder she’s so damn popular

please disregard some of the dirty lyrics BUT BASICALLY this is della’s song. she’s confident, catches everyone’s attention, amazing at dancing and she’s both swag (just deal with it) and classy at the same time

i love how kind she is, she’s really really really nice. though more than that, i love how she’s smart about it too. she doesn’t let anyone walk on her

DELLA’S SONG 100000% i’ve never heard of a song that describes her better than this one. it’s della from beginning to end, every. single. line.

she’s very caring and attentive. she always takes care of us so we try to make up for it by babying her a lot. she always knows what to do and she’s so observant. she’ll be an amazing mother

honestly- i think this is our (sulla) song too. she’s m- our safe place. she’s there when we want an escape, she’s our source of strength

i love how brave and confident she is. she’s really someone who doesn’t care about what people think about her (apart from us and the people she cares the most). i wish i could be like that, she’s so cool

it’s kinda sad but she would really- and has, sacrificed a lot for so many people, even when she can’t offer much. especially for the people she loves

i think her sixth sense is underrated. there are times where i (or we) try to hide our feelings or don’t want to talk about them but she just knows. and when she does, she knows just what to do to make us feel better

[gurengui]

➳ liu yangyang as your boyfriend:

a/n: i would highkey love to be his friend, he's very cool :0

ah yes our resident fluffy sheep boi 🐑

yangyang gives me very chill yet soft vibes

like 'sitting on a pavement and watching the sky' chill kinda vibes~

be prepared for justin bieber streaming parties in your car 😎

yummy and boyfriend WILL be stuck in your head and there's nothing you can do about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

hoodies and bucket hats galore, oh and matching outfits is definitely a possibility~

like whenever he sees that both of you match, his eyes will legit sparkle ✨

on that note: there'll be 933938 pictures that will be clicked on the occasion of y'all matching 🤷🏻‍♀️

IMAGINE COUPLE PLUSHIES, LIKE YOU SLEEP BY ONE AND HE DOES WITH THE OTHER, something to remind him of you when you aren't with him in person 🥺

always acts like he 'hates' skinship but will actually be holding on to you while saying so ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

double meaning jokes are your thing 😌

"it's too big to fit inside the-" "you can say that again" whacking noises

y'all prolly go to the arcade a LOT and compete at stuff like air hockey to win cause loser buys lunch 🤪

will square up to fight anything that makes you sad or scared (ง'̀-'́)ง

but will also genuinely be there for you and help you out through problems and give you space whenever you need it :,)

we know that he's wayv's baby but when it comes to you, mature mode: activated

memes are your love language, there are prolly more memes in your chats than the pictures you have together and I think that's beautiful :D

will always secretly notice the little things you like and reactions you give 👀

is the type of person to caress your skin: during a hug, while holding hands, cuddling etc he'll always be making shapes on your skin sending goosebumps not just to your skin but to your heart ;)))

his sincere stare when you compliment him, not to be cheesy but it's like y'all can communicate through your eyes (◕‿◕)

let's NOT forget his giggles (ಥ_ಥ)

that full wide gummy smile of his is your weakness and he knows it 💔

but also his bedhead™️ and tired sleepy grin (which !!!!) & sweater paws on video calls hold a special place in your heart ❤

this guy will laugh at how good his own jokes are & in turn make you laugh :,))

what a dork I love himmmm :///

[writingwithfolklore]

My Rushed and Rambled 'Turning Red' Review

I just recently watched Pixar’s new movie Turning Red and I have yet to shut up about it since. I loved this movie—just about every second about it, and though I could talk about it for hours, I’m going to try to focus on the main things for this post and give you a general review.

Oh, SPOILERS ahead, and I’d really encourage you to go watch it if you haven’t already even just to support female filmmakers!

1. An accurate coming of age.

Obviously I’m not trying to claim young kids should expect to turn into a literal panda as they grow up, I will say that I’ve never related more to a coming of age story. What I loved the most about this movie is that I believe Pixar made it specifically for girls, but it was still accessible and universal for anyone.

What I mean by that is that this movie didn’t flinch away from the experience of young girls maturing and growing up but still being children. I can’t actually remember the last time I watched a coming of age that dealt with crushes as a sign of blooming sexuality rather than phrasing it as just some “cute, innocent thing”. Mai is obsessed and crazy over the guys she likes, exploring these feelings through drawings and her own imagination.

It was almost a mature way to deal with immature crushes—a perspective I would have really appreciated as a 13-year-old who was not that different from Mai and her friends. As well, this movie talks about periods, and specifically says and shows pads! You would think that would be common for female coming of age stories but it really isn’t.

The facts are some middle-schoolers do get their periods, and that normalization of it being a part of their lives and growing up (and being allowed to remain children—it’s not some sudden transference to adulthood) is super important to getting rid of the shame many people who bleed have for being on their period.

You’d be surprised how many coming of age movies for young girls simultaneously call girls silly and frivolous and make fun of their interests in a narrative sense. I feel like this movie overall supports and rewards Mai and her friends for just being kids, and being who they want to be. Which leads me to #2.

2. Genuine female characters.

Mai and her friends are not only fun characters to watch on screen, but I think they’re great role models for young girls watching the movie because they aren’t afraid to be genuine, and weird, and a little crazy, and fun. In a world that condemns girls for their interests, this movie announces that these girls like what they like and don’t care what anyone else thinks about it.

(Except, of course, the pressure Mai feels from her mom for liking certain people and things)

3. A relatable 13-year-old experience

While Mai and my childhood are incredibly different, I still related so much to everything she experienced. Having interests and feeling shamed for having them was a big one for me. When I was a young girl I liked Justin Bieber and One Direction and while I found other people who liked those things too, many of my classmates would make us feel stupid for even listening to pop music.

It was hard to have interests as a young girl. I’m not sure if that’s still the same for young girls today, I sure hope not, but when I was a kid I remember feeling dumb and embarrassed about a lot of the things I was into at the time.

Additionally, Mai being emotional and frustrated and tearful and excitable was incredibly relatable to how I remember experiencing life as a kid. It’s a time where all you want to do is rage and cry and scream and laugh out loud and are simultaneously being taught to be good in class and sit quiet and not be too obtrusive. I think in general, that idea of keeping/letting out the “Panda” is incredibly relatable to 13-year-olds. We all have a Panda, and I think wish we all had the freedom to let it out the way Mai does.

Okay, before I ramble about this movie for several more paragraphs I’m going to end it here. I’d be really interested what you guys noticed about this movie! Let me know what you think, or give it a watch if you haven’t yet!

[biebsimagine]

Love You Goodbye (Mature)

“Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

Oh, even though it’s over you should tonight

If tomorrow you won’t be mine

Won’t you give it to me one last time?

Oh, baby, let me love you goodbye”

It couldn’t be good. Definitely not. No one has ever received good news after the ‘we need to talk’ text. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding angrily in my chest.

[Y/N] said she’d be arriving any minute and dread filled my body more and more as I tried to swallow it. I sat on the couch in the midst of the silence, waiting.

All I could do was worry and panic and stress until ten minutes later when the noise I was expecting echoed through the room, and the sound was worse than I expected. Reluctantly, I got up to answer it.

The angel of a woman stood in front of me, wearing a white flowing dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Hey,” she whispered, not hesitating to come closer and embrace me. I feel her warmth and her chest pressing against me. “Can I come in?”

“Mhm.” I moved to the side hugging the door so she could walk in. She didn’t sit down.

“So, I just wanna say-“

“Don’t do this, it’s embarrassingly obvious what’s happening, just- don’t.”

“Justin, please-“

“Whatever it is, I’ll change it, I’ll make it better-“

“It’s not you baby,” she said sadly.

I couldn’t stop noticing how beautiful she looked in the dress she was wearing. I’d never seen it before.

“Then who is it? Whose fault is it?” I frowned, feeling my entire face tighten. None of it felt real.

“No one���s to blame. I just think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” She looked so beautiful under the light. She was the brightest.

My heart shattered into pieces, a feeling I’d only ever heard about, I didn’t think it would hurt so much.

I swallowed. “Fine, whatever.”

“You don’t have to pretend Justin,” [Y/N] said with sympathy dripping from her voice, my jaw clenched and I had to refrain from throwing my eyes back.

Why wasn't she hurting?

I didn’t speak for a while, I merely sat and let the events replay in my mind. I had questions, questions I knew I really didn’t want the answer to. I asked them anyway.

“Is there someone else?”

“No,” she whispered, her head swaying from left to right.

“Are you lying?”

Her face dropped. “No- of course not. There isn’t anyone else, I don’t think there will be for a while.”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you breaking my heart?” I pleaded, forcing myself not to cry. I nipped the skin of my thigh instead, feeling the harsh sting numb my emotions.

“I just think it’s what’s best. I’m just not feeling it anymore and I knew I couldn’t live a lie, I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

I nodded. “Why are you wearing that?” I asked, looking her up and down.

“What do you mean? Do you not like it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?”

“I thought it was cute,” she protested, ignoring my question. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress.

“Okay,” I replied.

There was a pause filled with tension, the room was silent but my mind was the opposite.

“I think I should go,” she muttered, getting ready to make a move for the door.

“Don’t.” I blocked her path. “My hearts breaking, don’t fucking twist the knife.”

“What’s the point of me staying? I don’t want to hurt you Justin.”

“It’s a little late for that,” I snapped before I can process my words. She didn’t flinch.

“There’s no reason for me to stay, you need to admit that.” She was so much calmer than I, so collected. It didn’t ease my mind in thinking that she wasn’t at all heartbroken to be losing me. Us.

“Stay the night.”

[Y/N] sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“[Y/N], please.” I didn’t want to beg.

“Why?”

“Tomorrow you’re not going to be mine, you’re going to be out there living life without me in it, please, let me hold you, just for tonight,” I gave in and pleaded her merely because I needed her. She didn’t look ready to argue.

I took her hand and lead her towards the stairs. Neither of us spoke as I felt my heart stammering at the fact she held my hand so tightly. I knew that would be something I’d miss for a long, long time. I aimed for one specific room; my bedroom held so many memories of us and it only felt right to end it here.

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers back, motioning for her to lay beside me. I watched her closely as she did. I could feel the heat radiated off of her body when she fell into my side.  

“I love you so much,” I whispered, pulling her closer. I think it was closer than she expected because her body stiffened momentarily.

“I love you, too,” she said, and I was sure she was saying out of sympathy; I didn’t think she’d leave me if she loved me.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to her cheek, lazily kissing her. Her eyes fluttered closed and I moved further down.

“Justin…” she whispered.

“One last time,” I rasped and she hummed, falling into me. “One more taste of you and I’ll be prepared to let you go if that’s what you want. Just to take me back.”

Ever so slowly, I rolled over so that I was hovered over her body, my lips never leaving the dip in near her collarbone. [Y/N] let out the softest of moans and I held onto it tightly.

My hand reached underneath her, immediately finding the zip and sliding it down. [Y/N] didn’t protest but just watched me while wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. Her dainty fingers played with the end of my hair and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Tell me you want it and you won’t regret it,” I said but didn’t wait to tug the dress down her body.

“We should end it right,” she spoke softly. “I’d regret it if we didn’t.”

I saw that as the green light telling me it was full speed ahead. Nothing else mattered anymore, not when the love of my life was laying underneath me, not when it was going to be the last time.

Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I brought my hand up to her covered chest, rubbing gently through the material the way I knew she liked; as a result, she pushed her hips up to me.

I couldn’t hold back a grin as I noticed the hungry look in her eye. The idea of her wanting me was all I needed, even if deep down I knew it wasn’t changing anything. It didn’t change the harsh reality that would hit me in the morning.

The straps of her bra abandoned her shoulders but she didn’t seem to mind. It gave me the confidence to reach behind her - running my fingertips over her soft skin as I went - and unclasped her bra. I threw it behind me carelessly.

“You’re stunning,” I whispered, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss between her boobs. She whimpered while her fingers ran through my hair, making my cock twitch ever so slightly. I almost let out a strangled whimper of my own.

“Don’t take your time, please,” she whispered. My hips rutted against her and to my adoration, her back arched and her mouth dropped into the perfect ‘O’.

“Why?” I teased, running my tongue across her collarbone. “Do you need me?”

She nodded her head, her lips having been taken prisoner by her teeth. I bit down on her skin instead of abusing my lips. My fingers took their time fluttering against her skin, moving further South and aiming for the spot [Y/N] wanted me to be. They reached the hem of her underwear and her hips rolled just in time.

[Y/N] released a groan when I pulled my fingers away, but I managed to silence her by pushing my two fingers into the wetness of her mouth and feeling her tongue on the underside of them.

“Suck.”

And she didn’t hesitate, and I think I fell in love with her just a little more at the way she obeyed me so easily. Her cheeks hollowed as she got to work, looking up at me innocently, knowing the sensation was going straight to the hard on in my boxers. I could feel her tongue dancing around my fingertips and my length strained painfully against its restriction.

Abruptly, I released them from her hold. It took seconds for me to dip into her underwear and pressed my slick fingers against her clit to which she gasped beautifully. A proud but subtle smile hit my lips while I moved my fingers in a slow, steady and teasing motion. I did this for some time before voicing what I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, look at you.” She smiled and it only added to her angelic look. “Is that good?”

“Mhm, b-but-“

“What?”

“Gimme more, Jay, please.” She sighed with trembling thighs. I swiped my index finger down and deep inside of her, feeling her wetness surround it.

“Anything for my princess.” I was allowed to say that; it would only be true for a few more hours.

I stayed true to my word; I pushed two fingers into her suddenly, loving the way her body jolted in surprise. Her eyes looked up into my own, the pleasure coursing through her coming to light.

Every so often I curled my fingers inside of her, only knowing I was hitting the right spot when my name rolled off her tongue or her nails dug into the skin of my upper arms; the pain mixed well with the pleasure when she did this.

“I-I- Fuck, Justin, I need more n-now, please,” she gasped, her hair spreading across the pillows as she threw her head back. I took advantage of her exposed neck to leave her with something special, something she can look at in her first few days without me.

In a few minutes, her neck was painting of red and purple. I paid close attention to detail as I created a masterpiece with my tongue and my lips as my medium. Despite the fact that my concentration shifted, it didn’t stop my fingers from working [Y/N] to the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck m-me,” she stuttered as she writhed underneath me. “Baby, please-“

She was absolutely wrecked at that point, and the sight mixed with her soft pants and whispers caused me to lose all sense of restraint and patience. I was clumsily grabbing the end of my t-shirt and pulling up over my head, and with great hesitation - not wanting to have to move away from her warmth - I climbed off the bed to discard my jeans, along with my boxers. A soft whimper danced its way into my ears as my throbbing erection hit my stomach.

“You can’t say you’re not going to miss this,” I rasped, towering over her frame once more. She looked so small and insignificant from up above, but I knew it was the exact opposite; she was everything that mattered.

“Please Justin,” she whispered, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Of course, baby,” I replied with my voice filled with love. “But I’m not going to rush this part, I don’t care how much you want it. If this is the last time, I’m gonna treasure you.”

And I did just that. I made sure that my hips rolled against her own in a slow and steady pace as I pushed up into her, not swallowing my moans whenever I felt one rising in my throat. Although, I did sometimes bite down on the skin of her neck to silence myself every now and then, enjoying her sweet gasps.

“God, you look so good,” I panted, feeling pleasure coursing through my body as I felt her warmth around me. “So fucking beautiful.”

My fingers fluttered across her nipples whenever they got the chance and [Y/N] gripped my wrists, keeping them there. I almost growled in response.

“You like that? My fingers on you?”

“God, yes..” Her head fell back, exposing her abused neck to me; my artwork on show once more.

The temperature became prominent as strained to keep myself above her while continuing my thrusts, but the burning in the pit of my stomach made it all worth it.

We rolled and writhed together on the double bed, just like we had done so many nights before. There was a pain in my heart when I thought back to those times; I was always so sure those moments would always be a constant thing in my life, that [Y/N] would always be there. I masked the hurt with pleasure, pushing deeper to please us both.

“B-Baby, I-I’m so close,” she whined and it caused my hips to buck with a little more vigour into her, feeling myself brush against her walls. “You got me worked up, I-I wanna-“

“Don’t let go, not yet.. just give me a minute,” I breathed out heavily. “I want to cum with you, alright?”

“Mhm.” She bit down on her bottom lip, bruising it and causing a darker shade of pink to appear. “Fuck, please hurry.”

She sounded as desperate as she looked and all it did was spur me on, my hips did figure eights thanks to the high arising in me. My eyebrows furrowed as I focused on that sensation in my groin, wanting it so [Y/N] could let go with me as soon as possible.

“[Y/N], c’mon.. n-now, cum for me, princess.”

I felt her clench around me, and if I hadn’t have noticed that, I would’ve been able to sense she’d reached her orgasm because her entire body stiffened seconds before she left out the loudest moan of the night. It was enough to send shivers down my spine as well as pushing me over the edge; [Y/N] voicing her pleasure always did something for me.

I slammed into her throughout our orgasms, mine coming to an end only seconds after hers. Our breathing synchronised while our bodies touched. It was silent for the first time in what felt like years.

“That was.. something,” I panted, running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair.

“Mm, it was.”

I pressed a kiss onto her collarbone, knowing it’d be the last time I did.

“Stay the night,” I whispered against the smoothness of her skin. “Whether you want to go another round or just lay here, please, just stay.”

In the end, I got to see her so full of pleasure for the second and last time, and lord knows I cherished the sight of her beneath me. I loved her goodbye that night, saying my farewells with my hands. The next morning, I hugged her goodbye before letting her slip between my fingertips forever.

[perkqularkreashions]

I. Marijuana Memories

//The One Where Justin skips school//

Justin watched Y/N’s ass as she traveled to the front of the room. He couldn’t help but admire how round they were or how when she walked they switch, not to harshly where you could tell it was forced but a natural movement that proved that she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. She tugged on her bottom lip as she let all her weight shift to the right side, giving her ass cheek more definition. She scribbled the correct answer on the Smartboard before sashaying to her seat. He wished she give him a passing glance, just simple eye contact would suffice for him. Maybe that crooked grin she would show when she would laugh at a crude joke that one of her friends would tell.

Justin was snapped out of his daydream with an harsh elbow to his side, slowly looking up noticing that all eyes were looking at him, lips pressed together tightly to hold in the laughter that was soon explode into the atmosphere. His eyes immediately moved to Y/N who was also watching him, his embarrassment increasing with each second her chocolate eyes watched him. Swallowing thickly, he gave a shrug returning his gaze back to his paper where the correct answer laid scribbled out.

“Justin! You’ve been distracted lately we don’t need coach trying to take you off the team now!” Justin’s eyes flickered to Y/N, she was still gazing over her shoulder her gaze making Justin insecure suddenly. She pressed a slow smirk on her face before passing a wink in his direction. A goofy grin grew on his face at the simple action. She turned around, her attention back to the teacher and Justin’s imagination running wild with the thought of her actually liking him. “Man are you listening to me!” His friend, Khalil hissed

“Yeah, of course” he nodded turning his attention to Khalil, he scoffed loudly waving his hand dismissing his words. Justin is one of the most important players on the basketball team, along with Khalil and Miles. Khalil was the captain and needed Justin’s head in the game for the championship coming up in just a couple of months, but Khalil knew of the obsession he had with Y/N, he was not going to lie to himself or Justin but she was perfection, a bittersweet Godiva chocolate that you couldn’t get enough of. Her smile alone drove Justin crazy imagine a little attention from the melanin goddess herself.

The bell rung signifying the end of the 4th period, the hungry students bolted out the room leaving behind the still mumbling teacher, whom tried to enforce the rule of “the bell doesn’t dismiss you I do!”

No one listened to her scratching voice and still exited the room in the middle of her speech. They didn’t have time to waste just listening to her ramble about something that she could do at the beginning of class to waste their time. They needed to get to the cafeteria before all the good food ran out.

Y/N was still behind gathering her books slowly while she laughed at her friend Zendaya let out. She gave off a small wave before exiting the room. Khalil watched Justin, his eyes flickering to the girl in front of him. He was so close, all he had to was call out her name and he would have her attention. But she was gone, out the room before he could get a syllable out. “Nice try, Jay but she’s way out of your league and you’re just a pussy when it comes to her or any girl now that I think about it”

Justin rolled his hand, tossing his bag over shoulder. “I’ve had a crush on her since freshmen year. It’s not my fault that I can’t communicate with her properly”

“Shut the fuck up Jay” Khalil laughed, he was tired of hearing the different excuses of why he couldn’t do this or accomplish that. He just needed to grow a pair of balls and do it. The worst thing she could is say “No”.

“Alright man, I’m gonna go get some studying in” he spoke, Khalil nodding dapping him up quickly before traveling down the hall to the noisy cafeteria. Justin moved out the doors, the fresh autumn air invading his senses. The cool breeze washed over him. The soft sound of glass hitting something filled the air, followed by smoke wrapping around him. He stopped, his mouth slightly parting at the sight of Y/N, her hair was now down, instead of being restricted in a high puff, her medium length coiled curls wildly flew in the wind, she hissed in displeasure but loved the free feeling. She peaked out the corner of her eyes seeing Justin just standing there.

“You’re that Bieber kid right?” She finally spoke, her voice was so soft, it caressed his ear. How it was naturally hoarse but still carried this dainty essence. “From our basketball team? With that cute captain” he finally snapped back out of his thoughts at the sound of Khalil being called cute. She had moved a few paces toward him but kept enough distance between the two.

“Uh yeah” was all he could mutter out, she flicked the bud to the ground. Her eyes still trained on his, her eyes taking in all of him. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking but God he wanted to.

“What are you doing out here?” She questions, with each word she would take slow steps toward him. He could finally make her out, the simple high waisted jeans she wore with rips that travelled just above her thigh, a black cropped hoodie that exposed her satin like skin. He wanted to run his hand around her expose skin, feeling the her underneath her fingertips.

“Just- I-I-st-” he stopped, he didn’t know anymore the thought completely leaving him. She laughed slightly, she was now inches away from him, her presence instantly making him drawn in a deep breath.

“Do I make you nervous pretty boy?” She whispers, her finger grabbing the string from his hoodie while gently twirling in her fingers, her tongue darting out in the corner of her mouth before making its way ‘round her lip. He managed to slowly shake his head but she knew the true answer. “C'mon” she hummed, he stood their while she moved slowly to her car.

“W-w-where to?” He stumbled over the simplistic words around her, it was insane how the little things she did had a huge affect on him.

“Do you wanna ask me questions or do you wanna live a little?” She answered, her body leaned around the driver’s side of the car, the sun catching her skin just right. The natural glow that emitted off her skin, the shininess of her curls, or the softness of her natural puckered lips. “My offer is off table when I pull out of the school parking lot” she states, her body disappearing in the car before he could even process what he was doing, he jumped into her car. She smirked lightly before speeding out the lot.

“Relax pretty boy you’re gonna have fun” she whispered, her eyes never once leaving the road but she could tell that he was nervous, but he didn’t regret coming. He was driving in the car with his crush, the girl that he was absolutely amazed with, the girl that can take his breath away just by smiling or wearing a tee shirt and sweats, or when she scrunches her nose in displeasure at almost everyone who speaks at school. “Whatcha thinking about?” Her eyes curiously watching him.

“Nothing, uh-” he stopped, pressed his lips together before sitting back. She parked on the street next to crowded house. “Aren’t- isn’t- these people don’t go to school?”

“They aren’t in school pretty boy” she stated, she opened the door, Justin quickly following her actions. They were just about 21 or 22 nothing too major, Y/N was “best friends” with Bella, Bella and Y/N were on and off again friends, Y/N didn’t fucks with Bella to be perfectly honest but she was the plug around the predominantly white neighborhood, however she was friends with Trevor who dealt on the other side of town, which made it more appealing to be her friend than enemy.

“I don’t- don’t know about this” he motioned his hand to the house, she grabbed his hand pulling him into the house. The instant smell of weed hit the air, the loud laughter and incoherent conversation filtered into the room. He didn’t understand why she invited him, but at this point he didn’t care, she was holding his hand, fingers interlocked. He hated to admit but tingles shot through his body with her simple touch, her hands so soft.

“Y/N! You made it!” Bella shouted, she opened her arms for a hug. But Y/N held out her hand her eyes nose scrunching up at the sight.

“Yeah!” She slowly stated, she released Justin’s hand before traveling to the group sitting on the couch “Why y'all let her get fucked up like that?” They simply laughed at her statement. Justin watched the girl, her clothes were gone and she was simple nude granny panties with a white bra that seemed hold nothing but imagination. Her hair was dyed green, but only a strip.

“Who’s the white boy?” Cameron asked, his arm wrapping around the Y/N, she laughed softly pushing him off her. Justin stood their internally glaring at the man, he didn’t wanna get his ass kicked because he surely did not know how to fight.

“Justin” she quickly answered, “come here pretty boy” he hesitantly moved to the seat next to Y/N, he held in his cough as a girl blew smoke in his face he resisted the urge to swat his hand to blow away the smoke around him.

They’d spent 2 hours there and he was positive that Y/N was high, her body pressed against his while he just sat their watching the scene unfold in front of him. Yes, he would admit that he was feeling the slight affect but it was through the 2nd handsmoke and not through the actually blunt. She quickly sat up moving out of sight, he didn’t feel comfortable with her roaming around aimlessly so he followed her, she dragged herself into the family room, the air was much more clear and the atmosphere was quiet.

Y/N quickly pushed Justin on the couch, he stared at her in shook, while she slowly bent down her eyes never leaving his. “Y-Y-Y/N, I-I don’t know what you’re doing-”

“Oh think you do, pretty boy” she seductively whispered, her hands slowly unbuckling his pants before he protest her lips pressed against his, all his words now filtered out by Y/N exploring his mouth. Her hand pressing against the back of his neck bringing him closer, he gasped softly his lips broke away from their sloppy kiss. As her hand began to softly grasp his throbbing dick. She bent down his eyes following every move she made.

Her lips softly pressing against his tip, letting her tongue gently lick it. He groaned in pleasure his hips bucking harshly wanting to create more friction than what she was giving. He let out a deep grunt as Y/N mouth encased his dick, he grunted softly, he threw back his head letting his hand entangle in her hair. She pulled off quickly, a soft pop sounded in the air. Y/N hand slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch my hair” she whispered harshly, he nodded softly wanting her mouth back around him. He was granted his wish when she moved down on his length, her head bobbing up and down while Justin grunted and moan uncontrollably. His mouth hung open while he watched the ceiling, she gagged slightly sending vibrations on his dick, he let out a loud moan. He started bucking wildly as the strong euphoric feeling was enthralling him. His eyes snapped to her, her eyes still on his.

He groaned softly at the innocent look portrayed on her face, her big eyes watching him while she sucked him off. They way she batted her lashes at him almost begging for him to fuck her.

“Oh fuck” he cussed out, his body convulsing slightly. She slowly pulled off, his warm salty cum running down her throat, she swallowed slowly before kissing throbbing dick. She wiped the corner of her mouth, her body resting on Justin’s lap while she gave him a quick smile. “I-I why-”

He didn’t understand what possessed her to suck his dick, maybe it was the weed or maybe it was her sexual attraction for him. But whatever explanation it was he didn’t care.

[babeimagineus]

wet dream-mature justin bieber imagine

as requested.. justin gets aroused when he wakes up on your lap…. 

TAGS:smut, longtime friends, subJB.  

“Here,” you pat repeatedly on your lap “lay your head here.”

 Justin thinks about your request for a long second. I mean you were best friends for nearly 5 years, since you started high school together. Justin and you had been this close before, hell, you guys had held hands, played as a fake couple once even just to piss off this guy who wouldn't stop asking you out. What was the big deal?

 Justin narrows his eyes at your nearly bare legs. He coughs awkwardly.

 You roll your eyes at him. “Fine,” you say as you grab a your jacket which was slung around the arm rest on placed it over your legs. “Is that better little boy?”

 Justin doesn't say a word. He sighs as he places his head on your lap, feeling his head fall into a comfortable state. “I’m so tired,” he yawns out.

 After beauty and the beast finished you yawn out yourself, feeling a your head spin a bit. You were tired as well. You wanted to hit the sacks already.

 You hear a stir below. You see justin's lips pouted as he began to shuffle his head around a bit. You suddenly hear a faint whimper come from the boy below you.

 You stiffen at the erotic sound. You feel a tingle between your legs. Why was he making you feel this way? You had thought Justin was attractive, you always have, but you never imagined justin would turn you on in any shape or form.

 You watch as he begins to move around. You see his eyebrows creasing, his teeth taking his pink pouty lips.

 You feel heat start to rise in your lower stomach. You wanted to know what he was dreaming about, what his sexual fantasies were, you wanted to know what turns him on or in this case, what was turning him on.

 You hear his breathing increase into small pants. You watch with wide eyes as he reaches a large hand and slowly brushes across his manhood. You squeeze your thighs together, beginning to feel your core drip at the sight.

 You see his bulge growing, a strong sight of his member pushing roughly around his basketball shorts, making the bulge obvious as ever. “y-y/n,” he pants out, almost in the breathlessly whiney voice, which travels straight to your dripping core.

 You suddenly begin to feel the tightening feeling in your lower stomach bubble up into a stronger, more intense feeling that now, needed to be taken care of. You wished you could slip a finger between your legs, past your flimsy shorts and straight into your awaiting heat to help ease the aching between your legs.

 Justin suddenly stirs in his sleep, waking up from his wet dream, eyes blown wide to reality and to what was happening right now. He took a while to figure out what was happening. He could make out what happening when he could feel the restriction feeling on his lower part of his body and the soft heavy breathing coming from you.

“I-” justin's pupils are wide in shock as he glances to you, “I’m sorry-i didnt know-sorry if i made you uncomfortable,-”

 You do nothing but hurrying slip a finger up your shorts, flinging your jacket, which was covering your legs and used as a support pillow for justin’s nap, on the ground.

 Justin doesn't move. He simply stays quiet, almost surprised that you were turned on from his actions and not creeped out or anything. “You’re so w-wet, jesus Y/N,” justin breathes out in astonishment, eyes eagerly watching at how easily you could slip a finger in your heat.

 You began to pump your finger in a faster pace, wanting to quickly relieve the stress justin had made you have just from watching his rub himself. You really needed this you thought to yourself. You couldn't remember when the last time you had orgasmed or had any sexual relief. You, at this point, didn't care whether Justin was going to look, help you out or if he was turned off by your desperate and sloppy actions, you just wanted to get rid of the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

 To your surprise, you feel you hand being harshly yanked away from your shorts, feeling your core empty and loss. “Justin” you whine out, “ what are you doing-I was so close- oh my.” Justin suddenly replaces your fingers with his ones. You could definitely feel the large and structured fingers stretch your walls much better.

 You could feel Justin's paced thrusting of his two fingers hit your soft spot which made you wail out in pleasure. You never knew simply just fingers could make you feel such intense pleasure.

 “B-baby,” you pant, feeling out of breath “faster. I'm nearly there-”

 Justin latches a harsh and sloppy kiss to your neck, sucking the flesh, feeling the pain turn into screams.

 “That's it baby girl-” he says as he continues to suck and abuse your neck.

 You could feel your walls tighten around his two fingers, squeezing your heat around his digits.

 Justin feels this action and bites down with his teeth, muffling his groan of pleasure. “You're driving me crazy baby, I want to feel you around my cock so badly-”

 Justin nearly chokes on any remaining breath as he feels your fingers grab him softly, loving the pressure of your hand around his pulsing shaft.

 “You,” he says as he harshly twists his fingers in your core, “ are a fucking tease.”

 You look at him with innocent eyes, “me?” You breath out, “ how am I a tease? Tell me Justin.. how am I a tease?” You say seductively as you begin to rub up and down on his covered manhood.

 Justin could feel how slow your hand was moving. He grunts out as he feels your fingers, delicate as ever slip in his shorts with ease. He feels your cold hands against his warm and sensitive skin.

 You smile as you feel no barrier of boxers or underwear. You could feel how hard and ready he was for you. Was this all for you?

 “So..” you say as you continue to tease his member, not speeding up at all, “what was your little dream about?”

 You watch as Justin began to violently bite his lower lip, seeing it almost turn white. You see how much he was struggling to keep steady as his hand was now removed from your shorts and desperate as ever, clung onto the couch, gripping the armrest.

 “Tell me” you say again, urging him to spill the truth, even though you had already heard him pant you name before, you just wanted to see him suffer a bit. “Tell me and I might just let you cum.”

 “I-” he says through irregular pants, “I imagined you, you, your mouth was around me”

 “Was I now?” You say as you rub your thumb over his slippery slit.

 “Jesus-” he croaks out, “quit teasing, I feel like I'm going to fucking die.”

 He buckles his hips at your hand, desperately wanting more friction. He was squirming under your touch.. this was somehow turning you on even more.

 “Please” he begs as he continues to thrust against your slow snail pace hand.

 “fuck this.” He spits out as he quickly tugs his tshirt over his head, letting his upper and tattooed body come in your view.

 Faster than ever, you hadn't even blinked yet and justin had your back against the couch. “you.” He says accusingly “are the biggest tease I've met.”

 He yanks your shorts and panties off in one go, tugging them down your legs and chucking them on the ground with force. You bite your lip as you thought about what could happen now.

 “first these shorts, now the fucking slow ass rubbing?!” He grunts as he sees your glistening heat, bare and open to his lustful eyes.

 He couldn't help but run a finger across your heat. You coat his single middle finger in your arousal, causing him to smirk. “Baby girl, who made you this wet?”

 He brings the finger to his eyes and grunts at the string of juices dragging along from his finger, “you smell like heaven babe.”

 You watch with wide eyes as he slips his finger in mouth, slowly and keeping his finger there for a long moment before letting go with a pop sound.

“So sweet” he compliments as he quickly attaches your his lips with yours.

 You could taste the saltiness as he slips his tongue in your mouth. “Justin” you say as you pull away from the passionate kiss, “I really need you.”

 You eye your attention to your body's lower half, hoping that he'll get the memo.

 “Right.” He nods  “I-I just got a little carried away-sorry.”

 You smile at his nervousness but hoping to help him out a little, you yanks his basketball shorts down, just enough to reveal his member, “are you sure you want to do this?” he questions once he realises this was actually going to happen.

 “Yes” you say without hesitation.

 Justin watches your movements, he watches as you bring your fingers around his pulsing and rock hard shaft, aligning it to your core.

 Justin and you both moan out as you rub his tip at your dripping entrance. You feel how large he was, you could see how large he was compared to the size of your awaiting heat.

 Maybe Justin could sense your hesitation or maybe he was scared about this too, hurting you that was. “are you wet enough?-I don't want this to feel bad for you. I could eat you out to help you get wetter or i-”

 You push yourself around his cock. You gasp at how full he was, how amazingly he stretched you out.

 “Justin” you breath out, “can you move a bit?”

 “Jesus, you're so tight, I don't think I will last any longer” he says as he buries his head in your shoulder, bringing his lips to your neck as he blows his warm breath of pleasure on your skin.

 “Just move- it'll feel good for me. Please-I'm so close,” you encourage Justin to move even a tad, you could feel yourself letting go any moment. You were so close too.

 Justin pulls out as slowly as possible, he slowly pushes back in. You feel how full he felt and how his fullness would rub against your walls, you could feel his tip touch your g spot.

 You push your hips desperately to feel him touch the spot that made your head spin a hundred miles per second.

 “Babe-stop. Im gonna cum if you move anymore.” He warns as he bites his teeth into your shoulder.

 You wail out as you feel Justin's shaft twitch inside of you. Justin wasn't lying when he said he was close to spilling. This boy was seriously going to let go. “Justin” you call, “touch me” you speak as you reach above your head, tugging on his arm to help rub your clit. You loved it your clit being rubbed, you knew this would help.

 “You- like your clit being touched?” Justin says as he looks down at the erotic sight of your bodies moving, how his shaft was entering your body or how your clit was so swollen and wet with your juices. He wanted nothing but to suck and tug at your bud.

 “Fuck- you are making me crazy.- are you close?” He groans out. ��I'm there-fu-”

 You feel the warm seed of his arousal spill inside you. Justin closes his eyes shut as he rides out his orgasm. You watch as Justin doesn't pull out, instead he starts to move his half limp shaft in your entrance. “Cmon baby, I've got you, I won't leave you hanging.”

 Justin feels his body go into overdrive as he forces his shaft to get hard and erect. Justin just wanted to see you let go, he wanted to make you cum.

 “It's ok.- just pull out, I can finish myself off” you speak seriously as you see the verge of tears appearing in his light glossy eyes. You did want to get off, but seeing Justin like this was kind of painfu.. You hold his lower stomach, feeling how his stomach was clenching every now and then, you couldn't imagine how difficult it would feel.

 “Fuck-” he says as he feels his shaft twitch at the oversensitive pressure. Justin continues to plunge himself in your heat. You feel him growing as he paces himself, not slowing down. Justin suddenly grips the back of thighs, forcing your legs to bend, making your knees hit the bed. Justin allows himself to push deeper, hitting the angles in a whole different level.

 “you like it rough? Fuck-so hot” he grunts out as he slams into your heat, hitting the deepest spot which made you see black and white.

 “Im there-”

 Justin pushes into your entrance, gripping and using your legs as leverage to go deeper than ever.

 You feel yourself let go, your orgasm washing over your sweaty body. Justin drills one last time before pulling out, still hard and and the tip swollen and red as ever.

 Justin yanks his cock, moving his hand skillfully at a speedy pace. You wondered how often he would jack off, or maybe what he would think about when he did. The dirty thoughts made your stomach tingle with excitement.

 He thrusts into his hand, hips moving at a pace that made you question if he was moving this fast while he was fucking you. You could barely tell if he was moving his hand or hips, he was so concentrated.

 “Cmon baby boy, let go for me.” You say as you watch him with close eyes, not wanting to miss out on the sight.

 “Fuck y/n. You- are -not -helping- me- Jesus”

 You watch his thighs shake as his hand slows down and his other grips desperately onto the back of the couch.

 Justin spills his load all over his hand. Justin's breathing slowly becomes normal again. Justin opens his eyes, his eyes still with evident tears because of the overwhelming orgasms.

 “I'm sorry” he says as he embarrassingly tugs his shorts over his now limp manhood.

 “Let's go on date.” You say as you lean forward to peck his flushed face, taking him by surprise.

 Justin simply smiles at you.