a/n: You’ve all been so patient. Thank you. Here’s a little something. Hope you like. requested.
The length of the line didn’t seem so bad when you considered how good it felt to be in out of the heat. The shop was slightly crowded, but the air conditioning and quiet bustle made it more than alright. On a hot day like today everyone seemed to have the same idea, frozen yogurt.
As you perused the menu you reflexively jumped when a pair of hands nestled on your hips. You glanced over your shoulder and offered a smile to cover your actions. Justin’s eyebrows scrunched a little, but he let it slide with a quick kiss to your cheek.
It wasn’t often he could be in public and carry out simple tasks without being spotted, mobbed and forced to hide. Today was a rare incidence. The shop, though filled with customers, catered to a demographic that Justin’s fame didn’t usually appeal to. The two of you were easily the youngest pair by a few decades at least.
“You smell nice,” Justin murmured against your skin as he buried his nose in your neck and inhaled.
You laughed and twisted out of his hold, but not willing to let you go he pulled you back into him and planted a sound kiss on your lips.
For a moment the world faded away at it was just the two of you in the froyo shop. His kisses never failed to render you speechless and weak in the knees.
When he pulled back your eyes opened to stare into his. Had they always been so golden and shone so brightly? You blinked away the thought and turned back around to close the gap that had been left in the line.
You knew your shifty actions were starting to worry and confuse him, but you couldn’t help yourself. Nothing prepared you for the new dynamic of yours and Justin’s relationship. Yes, you’d agreed to be more than friends, but the change was so sudden you were still trying to get accustomed to all that came with being Justin Bieber’s girlfriend. In essence nothing had changed; he was still your best friend. Except now, kissing, hand holding, and the right to get jealous over each other had been thrown into the mix and it was taking some getting used to.
If you were being honest with yourself you would admit that you were scared.
“Hey, you okay?” his fingers gently coaxed your chin towards him as his thumb softly swiped your cheek.
Your heart warmed at the way his concerned eyes regarded you.
You fought for something to say and almost sighed in relief when the barista interrupted the moment with, “What can I get you today?”
You ordered your treat with your mind on the impending discussion you knew would happen sooner or later.
You only hoped when the moment came you would be able to explain your thoughts without offending him or screwing up the situation by putting your foot in your mouth.
You waited for him to pay for the orders before you led the way through the store to an empty booth, fingers linked.
“This is good,” you hummed around your first mouthful.
His only response was to raise his eyebrows at you and nod as his lips wrapped around his spoon.
Your eyes fell to his lips and for a moment your train of thought derailed, then you snapped out of it. It seemed like you were now seeing Justin for the first time through lustful eyes and not for anything could you figure out why you were trying to shut out these feelings. He’d asked you to be his girlfriend and you’d said yes for goodness sake! You had every right to eye your boyfriend in any way you wanted to.
He didn’t appear to be affected much by the silence that stretched between you, yet your mind was running a mile a minute trying to make sense of everything.
“So um…” you searched for something to fill the silence, but you never finished.
What was once a peaceful froyo date, quickly turned into a frenzied escape out the back door to get away from the group of paparazzi that had suddenly swarmed the front of the shop. It all happened in record time, one minute there were about 20 men outside, tripping over each other to get as close to the shop window as possible, then you were both being ushered through an exit and into a waiting car.
Only after things had settled, and you were in the clear, cruising in mild traffic you realized you left your yogurt treat behind.
Noticing the same thing, Justin offered you some of his by holding the spoon to your lips. Though it wasn’t your preferred flavour you accepted the offer. He continued to spoon feed you and you thought nothing of it till you noticed the way his irises had darkened a couple shades and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he studied you. You hesitated. You’d shared food with Justin a million times before, but this time was substantially different. The sexual charge in the car was suffocating, the way his eyes zeroed in on your mouth and his breath hitched.
His thumb wiped away a stray drop of yogurt and lingered, smearing it across your bottom lip. Goosebumps swept across your skin at his touch. Of its own accord your tongue darted out to meet his thumb. He watched in lustful fascination as your lips wrapped around his digit, gently sucking it into your mouth.
He didn’t give you much time to reconsider your actions, your only warning was the guttural groan he released before he pounced, replacing his thumb with his lips and tongue. Your back thudded against the door and your grunt was lost somewhere between his lips.
He kissed you like a man starved. You were only too happy to oblige. Something about Justin made you too weak to resist.
His hand found its way under the hem of your top, his fingers massaged the skin he found there and you purred into the kiss.
Your call went unanswered. The world was on mute when he was with you. Not that you were any different; one touch or look from him made everything else secondary. You’d already forgotten that you were still in the backseat of a car, in midweek afternoon traffic. His fingers were already well past the waistband of your panties, eliciting breathy moans from you.
“Jay…” you moaned when his lips moved to your neck, sucking on the spot he’d quickly learned shut down all your defences.
Just as he predicted you became putty in his arms. The hand that had been feebly pushing him away was now gripping the back of his neck, holding on for dear life as his lips latched on to your skin and his fingers worked you towards that delicious high.
Your back arched into him, lips forming into a silent sigh as his fingers thrust between your slick folds.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” his hot breath against your ear sent ripples of pleasure through your entire body.
You couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. Only monosyllabic mutters left you as you rode out probably your third mind blowing orgasm of the day.
Another thing you’d quickly learned upon accepting his offer to start a relationship. Justin was the type of boyfriend with an insatiable sex drive whose only aim was to please.
He peppered kisses over your forehead, down the bridge of your nose and ghosted his lips over yours as you descended from your high.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered into your mouth.
You could feel him grin as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. Teeth clumsily knocking against yours, and sending you into a fit of giggles.
Only now as your mind wasn’t clouded by lust you thought to check if the partition was up. You counted your lucky stars; it was. You knew Justin wouldn’t have cared either way. But your dignity was something you wished to maintain. There was no way you’d be able to face the driver again if he’d been privy to Justin fingering you in the backseat.
It was a wonder how Justin managed to keep his hands or lips to himself the remainder of the afternoon. The sun was about to set, you’d gotten through two movies, snuggled together on the couch and it was easy to feel as though nothing had changed. Just like old times, watching movies, laid up on the couch, cracking jokes and having a good time. Everything was fine till you felt his lips brush the back of your neck.
You paid it no mind at first, thinking that maybe he’d get bored and stop, but Justin was never one to give up easy.
Even when you gently shrugged him off he persisted.
“Justin…” you murmured, squirming in his arms.
“What’s the matter babygirl?” he hummed against your shoulder.
You sat up, pulling out of his embrace. You could feel his gaze penetrating the side of your face, but you didn’t face him. You tried to sort your thoughts into something that made sense, but came up short.
“Are you okay? Did I miss something?” he questioned.
You wanted to explain, but how could you when you could barely understand it yourself.
“Y/N?” he urged when he was met with silence.
So much for putting off the impending conversation. It was happening now and you were less than prepared. You had no idea what to say.
You felt him shuffle behind you. He moved off the couch to sit on the coffee table and gave you all his attention.
“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” his voice was softer, patient as he waited for you to look at him.
“Hey,” he called, using his finger to lift your chin, bringing your eyes to his level.
He waited for you to speak. You wanted to hug him, kiss him or undress him. You weren’t sure which you wanted to do more. In fact, you wanted to do all three and therein lay the problem.
“I don’t know how to do this,” you began.
“This,” you moved your finger back and forth between yourselves.
His brow wrinkled in confusion as he waited for you to elaborate.
“This whole dating thing. I just, I don’t know if-”
“Woah, wait, wait, wait. Are you second guessing your decision to date me? I know I’m not the perfect boyfriend, but I really-”’
“What? No! You’re amazing, Jay! It’s not you, trust me,” you locked eyes with him so there was no room for doubt to follow.
He’d been the best. He’d treated you like a queen. He was attentive and affectionate, honest and loyal and you couldn’t have asked for a better guy.
“I’m so used to being your best friend. Now that I’m your girlfriend, it just feels…” you were fighting for the right words, “I don’t know, I’m just not used to this.”
Your eyes avoided his since you weren’t sure how he was going to take your admission. The last thing you wanted to do was offend him. You knew you had to be honest with him. Your entire friendship had always had a firm foundation in honesty, and you weren’t going to abandon that now.
“Then I guess it’s my job to get you as acquainted as possible.”
You glanced up in mild surprise to his amused features. That was not the reaction you had expected, but you were relieved he wasn’t angry.
“What?” you were a bit confused.
His grin turned into a smirk and the mischief twinkling in his eyes was all the warning you needed. He stood from the table, bringing you with him and secured his arms around your waist.
“As my girlfriend you’re going to have to get used to lots of kisses,” he proved his point by folding his lips against yours.
Before you could get carried away he pulled back.
“You’re going to have to get used to me being clingy sometimes. In case you haven’t noticed I like to cuddle and I need a lot of attention,” he dramatically poked out his bottom lip and widened his eyes as he fixed you with his gaze.
You’d known this long before your relationship status change. Justin craved affection, and where possible always found ways to project that need onto others. You’d often been on the receiving end of that.
You rolled your eyes and he kissed your nose in response, immediately softening your outlook.
“I’m gonna flirt with you like there’s no tomorrow, so get used to that,” he grinned.
He began rocking you from side to side as his eyes glanced upwards in search of his next words. It dint take him long.
“Oh, and lots of sex. Definitely get used to that,” his brows wiggled suggestively.
Laughter bubbled out of you as you tried to pull away. His laughter followed yours but he secured his hold, refusing to let you go.
“I’m serious, Justin. I know how to be your best friend. I don’t know how to be your girlfriend.”
You’d been best friends since childhood. You shared everything, you’d seen each other grow up into the people you were now. You knew what it meant to be his best friend, but what did this new role mean?
“I want to take care of you, Y/N. I want to carry you on dates and make you laugh. I want to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I want to share the most intimate parts of myself with you and vice versa. I want to show you off to the world. I want to be your man. I want to love you. All you have to do is let me.”
There was no room for humour in his voice. All signs of laughter was gone. His eyes locked on yours as you returned his gaze. You were breathless at his admission.
“I know you’re scared babygirl, but I promise you nothing much has changed. You’re still my best friend and I would never dream of hurting you. I’m a little nervous too, but I promise you, you won’t regret this. Just give it a chance.”
Something in you swelled and tightened all at once; you didn’t know what it was and couldn’t explain it. Lately, Justin seemed to have that effect on you. He took you to realms unexplored and made you feel ways you’d never felt before and although it terrified you, you loved it.
You didn’t give him a verbal response, you were coming to terms with the fact that there were other ways he’d understand you so you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.
You felt him smile against your lips as he happily returned your kiss, reaching down to grip your thighs and hoist you up against him. Your legs locked around his waist as you moulded yourself to him.
He began walking, manoeuvring you both throughout the house even though you knew he wasn’t watching. Though your eyes were closed and your sole focus was seeking his tongue with yours you knew where he was headed. This was a conversation best carried out in the bedroom.
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