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Day 1 of 12 Days of Bieber:  Decorating the House

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“Justin!” I shout from downstairs as I stand on a step stool with a frown on my face.  I hear his feet race down the stairs and into the living room and soon enough he is standing only ten feet away from me.  He looks at me worriedly.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks.  I cross my arms over my chest like a child.

“I can't reach the top of the tree,” I mumble sadly as I hold the star in my hand.  Justin begins to laugh as he walks over to me.

“Here.  Let me help.”  He turns around right in front of me and squats down.  “Get on my shoulders.”  I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m gonna break your neck.”

“You're a fucking feather, y/n.  Now hurry up because we have a whole lot more decorating to do.”  I roll my eyes and finally decide to climb onto his shoulders.  I squeal and wrap myself around his head when he stands up a little too quickly.  Justin laughs loudly while untangling my arms and legs from around his face.  “Relax, ok?  I’m not gonna let you fall.”

“Boy, if you let me fall, I am going to beat your raggedy homeless chic ass like my momma would do when I was being bad.”  Justin wraps his arms around my thighs to hold me in place and looks up at me with a smirk.

“So basically you would spank my ass?”  I swear to Jesus...

“Quit playing and let me put the star on the tree, freak.”  Justin turns to face the tree so I can put the star up.

“You love that I’m a freak.”

“Why are you like this?”  I try to put the star up, but it ends up looking crooked. “Move a little more to the left.”  Justin does as I say. 

“Why are you not like this?” he asks.

“Because I was raised right and holy.”

“You don't act holy.”  I roll my eyes and take a deep breath through my nose before leaning in to put the star on the tree again.  I adjust it slightly so that it looks better, and it finally stands perfectly up tall.  I smile and clap happily at the sight.  “How does it look?”

“Perfect.”

“I wanna see.”  Justin walks backwards a few steps so he can look up at the tree.  I look down at him and watch him grin proudly at the beautiful Christmas tree in the corner of his enormous living room.  “What a beautiful tree.”  I nod slowly in agreement as a Christmas carol plays in the background.  This really is the most wonderful time of the year because I get to spend it with the most annoying, ridiculous, loyal, beautiful human being on the planet.  No matter how much he seems to annoy me, I love him all the same and would never change him.

Suddenly Justin claps his hands loudly together once.  “Alright, onto the other parts of the house that need to be decorated!” he exclaims as he squats back down and lets me off his shoulders.  I frown and roll my eyes as he grabs the box of gold garland and runs over to the staircase to decorate it.  He is such a child sometimes, but that’s what I signed up for when I started dating him two years ago.  I got what I asked for.

And I couldn't ask for anything or anyone else to make me happy like he does.

day one is complete!  day two will be posted sometime tomorrow after my psychology final!  wish me luck!

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“o-oh justin!  fuck!  ple-ease!  ugh faster!”  you cry out as justin mercilessly slams in and out of you, speeding up at your request.  you whine as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“i’m so---fuck, i’m close,” justin groans into your neck.  

“m-me too.”  suddenly, justin slams into you so hard and so deep that you feel your whole body shudder.  “there!  oh, right there!”

“fuck you feel so good.  mmm---so so good, baby girl.”

“oh god!  justin! i---i’m---”

“fuck me too!  oh fuck!  fucking christ!”

justin suddenly sits up quickly, body sweaty and shivering.  he takes a deep breath, recovering from the wet dream he just had about you.  he pulls off his covers and notices the wet spot on his boxers and groans.  this is the third time he has cum in his sleep this week and he swears he is going to lose his mind at one point.

just as he is about to quietly get up and change boxers so as not to wake you, he notices that you're not even in the bed.  you clear your throat from the corner of his large room, smirking at justin’s flushed expression.

“another wet dream, pretty boy?” you ask innocently.  justin bites his lip to suppress the whimper in the back of his throat.  he blushes and nods his head, staring down at his feet in embarrassment.  you click your tongue three times.  “what am i going to do with you?  you just can't seem to learn.”

“maybe i need to be punished?” he asks almost daringly.  you raise an eyebrow and stand in front of him, running a hand through his hair.

“yes you do.  how about we start now, hmm?”

((i’ve missed doing these))

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18 cam x kian?

18.  “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“Wait, you wanna do what?!” Kian whisper-shouts as he sits in the back of a New York City taxi cab with Cam.

“Look,” Cam explains, “I know it’s crazy and I know you don't swing that way, but Kian--I love Nash, and I think this is the only shot I have at getting him back. You know I would do the same thing for you in a heartbeat, and I promise that this will be the weirdest thing I ever ask of you ever again. So are you in?” Kian rolls his eyes.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I’m in.” Cam smiles big and gives Kian a hug. The younger boy hugs back and lets go just in time for the taxi to stop right in front of the club they know Nash is hanging around at. As they step out of the taxi and walk into the club, their senses are bombarded with loud music, alcohol, weed, and sweat. Kian spots Nash not even ten feet away and immediately grabs Cam’s hand. Cam looks shocked at first, but as soon as he manages to see Nash, he snuggles into Kian’s side. Kian smiles small as he wraps his long arm around Cam’s shoulder, holding him close. They walk over to the bar and order drinks, watching everyone else dancing like a bunch of nymphos.

Cam watches as Nash moves to the dancefloor and begins dancing with some random guy in the sea of sweaty bodies. Cam feels his heart strings pull at the sight. He knows now that Nash has moved on, and he feels like dragging Kian into this mess. Kian notices Cam’s mood drop. He’s about to ask why until he sees the direction Cam is looking in. He sighs and puts his drink down and stands to his feet in front of Cam, blocking the older boy’s view of his ex-boyfriend.

“Get up,” Kian orders. Cam rolls his eyes and turns around, facing the bar. Kian grabs him by his forearm and forces him to his feet, dragging him out to the dancefloor.

“What are you--” Cam begins to say.

“Let’s dance,” Kian interrupts him. “Fuck what Nash thinks. He’s a piece of shit and you deserve to be happy. So come on! Let’s dance! Let’s drink! Let’s have fun! Let me show you a good time!”

“But you don't--”

“I don’t--what? Swing the same way?” The tall boy smirks. “Had you fooled, didn't I?” Cam blinks before turning around and beginning to grind his ass against Kian’s crotch. Kian throws his head back and puts his hands on Cam’s hips, moving in sync with the smaller man in front of him. Kian opens his eyes for a moment and looks to his left, noticing Nash staring at him and Cam dancing. Kian winks at Nash before leaning down and attacking Cam’s neck with hickeys.

“K-Kian,” Cam whimpers, only loud enough for the nineteen-year-old to hear. Kian smirks against his skin.

“You wanna get out of here, Cam?”

“You have no idea.”

And maybe sex ensues. Just maybe.

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#37 with the Johnson and Nash 😍

37.  “Wanna dance?”

Johnson knew he shouldn't have come to this stupid club. He only came because Gilinsky, Sammy, and Nate begged him to come with them so he could get out of the house. Ever since Johnson and Nash broke up just a few weeks before, Johnson hasn't left the house, much less his room, and he's just been moping around so pathetically. Well now his friends are trying everything they can to get their best friend out and about.

Now, here the blond boy is:  sitting at a bar, drinking as much as he can, trying to get everyone to leave him the hell alone. But he is never that lucky. Instead someone decides to tap on his shoulder and ask, “Wanna dance?” Johnson rolls his eyes, turning in his seat.

“Sorry, but I don't really like da--” He stops in the middle of his sentence when he realizes that Nash is standing over him. Honestly there’s just something about Nash being caught in the club lights that has Johnson genuinely thinking about letting Nash fuck his brains out.

He convinces himself that it’s just the alcohol talking.

“What are you doing here?” Johnson spits.

“I actually came here looking for you,” Nash explains. Johnson rolls his eyes.

“Save it, Grier. I have nothing to say to you.” As he stands and attempts to walk away, Nash grabs his arm, pulling him back into his chest.

“Look, I’m sorry that I hurt you. I didn't realize what I actually had until it was gone. I just thought that I needed to live more--without you. Now I realize how fucking stupid I was, and I am so unbelievably sorry. I promise that if you take me back, I will never make that mistake again.” Johnson honestly forgave Nash as soon as the younger teenager broke up with him. He was just waiting for Nash to come back to him and apologize like he knew he would. He wanted to make Nash suffer just a bit longer, but now, with the club music on full blast and the bass line shaking the whole building and Nash standing over him so beautifully, Johnson just wants nothing more than to be in Nash’s arms. He sighs.

“Next time, I won't be as nice,” Johnson promises. Nash grins widely before pulling Johnson close to him. He leans down so his mouth is next to the older boy’s ear and says:

“So do you wanna dance?” Johnson nods his head and pulls the teenager onto the dancefloor.

And they may or may not have left the club about thirty minutes later and gone back to Johnson’s house to have hot, sweaty, make-up sex.

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yo #5 Sammy & Nate

5.  “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I don’t see the big deal, Nate!” Sam screams Nate flies the front door open and almost slamming the door on Sam’s face. He wants to right now, if he's going to be completely honest with himself. “It’s not like I wanted that girl to kiss me. She just jumped me out of nowhere. And I never kissed her back.”

“i don’t wanna hear it, Sam,” Nate snaps while taking off his jacket and shoes. Sam rolls his eyes.

“You are being such an ass. You know that, right?” Nate spins on his heel to face his boyfriend.

“Well I’m sorry that I don't like the sight of having some girl shove her tongue down my boyfriend’s throat!”

“It’s not like I wanted her t--” Suddenly Sam gets it. A smirk plays on his pink lips. Nate looks like he's about to punch him, but now Sam is just amused--and slightly aroused. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“What? No!”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah you are.” Nate sighs because he knows Sam is a lot smarter than people give him credit for.

“Ok maybe a little.”

“It’s okay. I like it what you get jealous.” He walks closer to the older boy, teasingly unbuttoning his black shirt. Nate bites his lip as he stares at the sexy, pale teenager.

“Oh really? And why is that?” Sam chuckles as he finally stands chest to chest with the tattooed man in front of him. He leans in and nips at Nate’s earlobe, whispering:

“Makes for nice, not, sweaty, kinky sex. And I know how much you love making me remember who I belong to. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

At that, Nate snaps and picks up Sam with one arm and backing him into a wall. Sam moans quietly, biting his lip. 

“Damn right, pretty boy,” Nate growls before attacking Sam’s neck and littering it with kisses and bites. Sam whimpers at the feeling, but whines when he stops too soon. Nate puts him down and looks at him with a dark look that gets Sam very hard very quickly.

“Get your ass to the bedroom. I think i need to teach you a lesson.”

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MUKE MUKE MUKE MUKE MUKE 11

11.  “Don’t you dare throw that snowba--, goddammit!”

“Daddy! It’s snowing!”

Michael comes running to the window where his five-year-old daughter, Ava, is standing and watching with bright eyes that match Luke’s perfectly. “You wanna go outside and play in it, kiddo?” Michael asks with an excited voice.

“Uh duuuuh!” the little girl exclaims in a preppy voice before jumping down and putting on her winter coat, rain boots, and wool mittens. The father and daughter run outside and immediately begin to play in the snow, making snow angels and trying to catch snowflakes in their mouths. After about fifteen minutes of being outside, Michael suddenly hears:

“Put your hands in the air.” Michael chuckles as he hears the sound of his husband not far behind him. He turns around to see Luke holding a snowball in his hand, a huge smirk plastered on his face. Michael gives him a look that says I dare you.

“Luke,” he threatens while trying not to laugh, “put down the snowball.”

“Now why would I do that, Mikey?” Luke wiggles his eyebrows. Michael’s eyes widen as he sees Luke’s arm rear back.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowball--god dammit!” The snowball hits Michael square in the face, just where Luke intended for it to go.

“Swear jar!” Ava yells as she runs up to Luke with open arms. Luke scoops her up and sits her on his hip and says:

“That’s right, Ava!” he coos. He looks over at Michael, who decides to walk over to his little family and gather them all in a large hug. Luke and Ava hug Michael back tightly.

“I hate that you threw a snowball in my face, but I love you all the same.” Michael and Luke look each other in the eyes, nothing but love and adoration for each other.

“I love you, too, Mikey.” They meet in the middle and peck each other’s lips.

“And I love my daddy and my papa!” Ava yells happily. Luke and Michael laugh and attack her cheeks with kisses, making her laugh and giggle.

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#1 Luke and Calum 😁

1.  “Come over here and make me.”

Luke is pushed roughly onto the bed by Calum, kissing him as if his life depends on it. Calum’s hands slip under Luke’s letterman jacket and button-up Polo, his calloused fingers sliding across the chilled skin. Luke moans into Calum’s mouth, making the older push off of him. He stands up and starts pacing around the room.

“Why am I doing this?” the Kiwi teenager mumbles. “I’m supposed to hate you. You’re a jock; I’m a greaser. We’re sworn enemies.” Luke rolls his eyes.

“Are we gonna do this or what, greasehead?” he whines.

“Shut up,” Calum snaps. Luke smirks.

“Come over here and make me.”

Calum looks at Luke with lust-filled, dark eyes. Luke is slowly unzipping his jacket and then unbuttoning his dress shirt. When Calum sees the first peek of pale skin come from the shirt, he growls, “Oh fuck the fucking rules.” He rips off his t-shirt and crawls on top of the football star and attacks his mouth with his own.

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46. 5sos?

46.  “Tell me a secret.”

Ashton and Luke are laughing uncontrollably in their silly drunken state on the couch in the back of the tour bus while everyone else is fast asleep. As Ashton is standing to get another beer, he accidentally falls on top of the younger boy. Luke is too busy laughing to care. “Hey, Lukey?” Ashton hiccups as he looks up at Luke. Luke looks down to look at him with dazed eyes.

“Yeeeeeeeeees?” he slurs. Ashton giggles a little as he leans into Luke’s ear.

“Can I tell you a secret?” It’s a low whisper, but Luke shudders as he hears it clear as day.

“Tell me a secret, Ashy.” Ashton is suddenly straddling Luke’s waist, running his large fingers through the blond’s hair. Luke sighs happily, letting his baby blue eyes flutter closed.

“I’ve always wanted to make out with you and see what it’s like. So can I make out with you right now?” Luke moans out at the elder boy’s words. He opens his eyes, only to come face to face with Ashton’s nervous yet hopeful eyes. He bites his lip.

“Who am I to say no to you, Ashy?”