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34 with an ao3 account is crazy

….. is it?

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@celluloiddreams @iwantyoutochooseme and @thewritingfreak19 since we’ve all expressed our love of jtmd, may I present:

Lucas Friar Must Die

New girl Riley Matthews is used to being invisible. When your father is everybody’s favorite teacher, your mother is an undefeated attorney who frequents morning talk shows, and your little brother is a charismatic little ball of talent and sass, you tend to get pushed to the side.

Everyone knows Lucas Friar. Star baseball player and resident badboy, he’s the kind of guy everyone either wants to be or wants to be with. And most have. When Riley overhears three of her classmates realize they are all currently dating the school heartbreaker, she finds herself in the middle of a revenge plot to break his.

But there is more to Lucas Friar than the image he’s cultivated over the last four years. What will happen when Riley meets the other Friar?

[biebsimagine]

Replacement Payment (MATURE)

Hearing the knock at the door that I’d been expecting all night, I hurried to my feet to unlock the door and answer it. The darkness of the streets contrasted with the brightness of the house.

Justin stood just outside the door but walked inside almost as soon as the door opened. “Hey,” He slid his jacket off his body, revealing a black shirt that let me appreciate his toned arms. I tried not to stare.

“D'you have a good night?” I smiled politely, and tore my eyes away from him reluctantly as I proceeded to grab my bag from beside the couch.

“Yeah, it was great to catch up with the guys, I haven’t been able to in so long, you know..” He chuckled, trailing off. He glanced down at the ground before looking up at me and licking his lips. I tried not to look in his direction while he seemed to watch me intently. “Uh, thank you, for watching her. I couldn’t have had such a great night without you.”

Something was wrong. Actually, I wouldn’t say wrong exactly, just different. The air seemed tense and as though he was on edge, like he was thinking more than he was saying.

“It’s no problem.” I waved it off, looking up at him. “She’s upstairs fast asleep. You can call me, a-anytime.” I stuttered when I caught his gaze. We stayed like that for a few more moments.

He took a large intake of breath. “Y'know,” He walked ever so slowly towards me, making my eye twitch in confusion. “Being a single parent can be tough. You don’t have kids, do you?” He waited for my answer, I shook my head. “It’s tough. You’ve got the constant stress and the pressure to raise your kid right, all by yourself. At the end of the day there’s barely any time that I have for myself.” He licked his hips once more.

“Oh, but your daughters absolutely lovely.” I smiled at him. “I’ve never met such a well behaved girl before and she’s the cutest little thing!” I gushed, and he smiled proudly for a moment but also looked a little agitated as though I was directing the conversation away from where he wanted to go.

“Thank you,” He smiled politely, because he had to. “but either way, being a parent has its downsides.” He muttered, I hadn’t noticed how much closer he had gotten until I realised I had to look up to meet his eyes.

“Really?” I was unsure of what he wanted me to say so I tried to politely keep the conversation going. “Like what?”

He moved his head down to mine so that his lips were centimetres away from my ear. I felt a fuzzy feeling run through my jaw at the sense of knowing he was so close he could touch me there. He took a breath. “I haven’t cum in weeks.” His whispers made me shiver and his words made the sensation more powerful than ever.

“O-Oh?” I gulped, letting my eyes fall shut. I tried to remain calm so that I wouldn’t react inappropriately.

“Mhm.” He moved away and looked down at me casually, as though what had just happened, never had. “I’ve got no time to get off because I’m always too busy. Like I said, it’s difficult.” He watched me.

I glanced around. “You’re not busy now.” I shrugged, my hands tightened around the strap of my bag and I realised then that my palms were sweating.

I watched as his tongue glided across his lips. I’d only been in his presence, in total, about fifteen minutes and I’d decided he had a habit of doing that. It was a lovely habit though, for me at least.

His nostrils flared as he let out a heavy breath. “Listen.” He moved his hands into his pockets of his jeans. “I have a proposal.”

“Okay?” I tried not to look at him too suspiciously.

“I wanna pay you in a way that is so much better than money, for both of us.” He raised an eyebrow as his face softened. I noticed that his attention never left me.

“What is it?” I bit down on my lip out of habit. I tried to ignore the way my heartbeat sped up when he got closer once more. His mouth returned to their previous spot near my ear.

“Let me fuck you,” He rasped, I felt the hot of his breath on my neck and the slight smell of alcohol ran passed my nose. For the first time, his hand touched my waist. “We’ll just call it a replacement payment.” He chuckled softly.

“So you get off and you get away with not paying me. I see how this benefits you.” I scoffed at him, but he just dug his fingers deeper into the skin on my waist. It burned as I continued to think about his touch and how much I was loving it.

“Trust me. I’ll have you shaking after just one orgasm.” His words melted into my ear. “And I’ve also had excellent feedback from my skills of eating out.” I couldn’t quite see his face but I knew he was smirking and it irritated me.

“Then why’d your wife leave you, Mr Bieber?” He didn’t give me chance to grin in triumph because his lips were on mine and he was letting out some sort of growl.

His lips moved against mine sloppily and I found myself giving into him and pushing back. I felt his hand come to the back of my head, taking a handful of hair inbetween his fingers. He moaned softly. My bag hit the floor after falling from my shoulder that was now slumped.

He quickly moved my hair away from my neck and began leaving open mouthed kisses, he sucked but not too much that he was aiming to leave marks. “Let’s go upstairs.” He grabbed my hand but I stayed put.

“Sir, your daughters upstairs-”

“Oh, ‘sir’ makes me feel old. I’m only a few years older than you. Don’t call me that, call me Justin.” He slowly edged me towards the stairs as he distracted me with the subject of what to call him. “And it looks like you’ll just have to keep quiet then, won’t you?” The smirk was on his face again. “Honestly, she sleeps like she’s hibernating, a tornado wouldn’t wake her.” He mumbled, making me chuckle.

Quietly, I followed Justin up the stairs, cringing when they creaked. I felt his hand in mine and my heart stammered although I wasn’t sure why. He directed me through the darkness.

We reached a room that had no familiarities to me but to Justin, was what he knew every single night. He closed the door behind me and switched the light on. I didn’t have time to do anything as his lips were on mine again.

The room was silent, it was only our increasingly heavy breath and the sound of our lips detaching and attaching over and over that could be heard. His hands cupped my face while mine rested on his arms.

His hands changed the sweet intimacy and moved to the end of my shirt, he slid his hands underneath it subtly. I didn’t react when the warmth of his hands ran up and down my back. I wanted more. “Take it off.” I whispered, my eyes still closed while around tongues touched every now and then.

“Mm, forward; I like it.” He chuckled deeply. His hands we’re quick to grab the end of my shirt and pull it over my head and through my arms. He hadn’t even looked down at my chest before he had his lips on my once more. However, I felt his hands trailing up my stomach and cupping my boobs through the lace of my bra. “How did you know lace makes me crazy?” He mumbled against my lips.

“Luck, it seems.” I giggled, I smiled as I did, it caused my teeth to clash with Justin’s a few times. I concentrated on the pressure his hands were putting on my nipples.

He pushed me back against the door, making me gasp at the cold on my bare back. He pulled away but only for a moment, to pulled his shirt of his head. “Quick question; are you on the pill or am I needing to wrap up?” He asked as he dropped his shirt to the floor carelessly.

“Oh, the pill.” I smiled shyly, feeling a little flustered at his obvious indication of what we were about to do; it seemed to suddenly hit me and cause me to become embarrassed.

Noticing that his shirt was now off, my eyes fell on his tattoos first. He had more than I’d expected. While one arm only contained half a sleeve, the other was completely filled with various tattoos from top to bottom. His chest and stomach also had some interesting ink, that took me to realising just how beautifully toned his body was. “If you’d like to stop staring, I’d love to give you something a lot more pleasing on both of our parts.” He grinned, pulling me close again.

His hands were quick to move around my back and begin to fumble with the clasp my bra. “I can’t wait to get you naked and fuck the life out of you.” He whispered into the silence. Once my bra was discarded to the floor, he let his hands trail across my nipples while his eyes rested on my face, as though awaiting a reaction. And he got one as I gasped.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He said, his fingers added more pressure as they rubbed circles on my sensitive spots. The friction caused the pain to mix with the pleasure instantly. “Why do you think I picked you for a babysitter?” He was grinning, it was all he seemed to do, I thought.

Tired of the waiting, I took his jeans in my fingers and began to unbutton them. He groaned when I unzipped them; my fingers brushed against his bulge that was increasing in size. I shuffled the jeans down his legs and over his feet, leaving him in just his boxers.

I fell to my knees. He watched me closely while I held the hem of his underwear with my pointer finger. I looked at him daringly as I slid them down as slow as I could. They passed over his length (to which he hissed), passed his thighs, his lower legs and eventually hit his feet. I ran my tongue along my teeth while face to face with cock.

He smirked proudly, practically beaming down at me. I kept my eyes on him while I pressed my tongue against his dick and slid it up. He let out a throaty grumble at the small spark of pleasure. “Fuck, it’s been so long.” He laughed so softly, the noise vanished into the air not long before it left his mouth.

I moved my tongue up until I eventually reached his tip. I took it and kept going until half of his length had disappeared into my mouth, to this, he choked out a moan. I let my fingers press into his thighs as I supported myself.

“Suck it. Harder. Faster.” He ordered, but at my own pace, I glided my mouth up and down him. I gagged subtly whenever his cock touched the back of my throat. I felt every aspect of him against the inside of my mouth, I moaned against him. “Oh, God.” He whispered, letting out a moan that was so melodic, I wanted to hear it another time. And when I did, I wanted it again and again.

I began bobbing my head faster, adoring the sounds of his pleasure and the way he pushed his hips to meet my lips ever now and then.

I was aiming to feel him release into my mouth, but we clearly had different views because after around five minutes he politely pulled out of my mouth. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop and I want you to feel me filling you up.” He said, making me shake at his words. He had so much effect on me that I was only now just having the fortune to discover.

Before I was fully aware, he was dragging my jeans down my legs, I let my hands touch his hair on his way down. I stepped out of them and watched as he didn’t come back up and face me. Instead, he fell to his knees.

Stood in just my underwear, I squeezed my thighs together instinctively but he used his hands to part my legs roughly. His thumb rubbed up and down my clit through my underwear, causing my dampness to spread. He hummed softly.

I let out a shaky breath when I felt his own breath hitting my thigh, it was hot. “These are getting in the way.” He sounded genuinely displeased. Taking his fingers, he pulled my underwear down my legs quickly, quicker than I did his own. He sighed. “Look at you,” He whispered before leaning forward and kissing the area of my clit. He did this multiple times as he moved down, leaving small pecks.

My hand went to the back of his head and pushed it towards me. He laughed at this, but he gave me what I wanted. He pressed his lips down on my clit with force as he sucked gently. It sent vibrations when he hummed. His jaw moved up and down continuously, I moaned when I felt his tongue pressing down on my clit.

“Fuck,” I whispered, trying not to make too much noise but I already knew that that was going to be far too difficult later on.

His hands trailed up my thighs and around to my ass, taking it in his palms. I felt his fingers digging with power into my skin. “Oh my God, Justin.” My voice was louder then, making him pinch me.

He pulled away for a moment. “Wake up my daughter and you’re in big trouble.” He whispered before replacing his lips with his fingers, moving them through the wetness his lips had created and brought intense pleasure to my clit. “You’re so wet already.” He let out a long sigh as he climbed to his feet. I refrained from pouting. “As much as I wanna taste you right now, we’ll save that for after you’ve come all over my dick.” His lips fell onto mine again, pushing me back.

He kept going until I fell onto his bed. Pulling away from my lips he let me shuffle up so that I was in the centre before he towered over me. I whimpered while he let his hands grab at my boobs, he played with my nipples with his fingers. “Shit.” He groaned, his hands moved and trailed around my body randomly, I arched my back at the small sensual act. “You ready? I don’t think I can wait any longer.” His breathing was heavy for some reason, I simply nodded as my heart began to speed up.

I watched as he lined himself up at my entrance, I took the time to appreciate the look on his face as he pushed into me slowly. His eyes fluttered and his mouth fell open while he gripped at the sheets, I don’t think he had control of any of those things.

“So long. Too long.” He whispered, indicating to how long it had been since he’d had such pleasure. “Ready for your payment?” He smiled, his eyes were still closed as he did so. I waited for them to open and when they did, they burned into my own.

“I’m ready.” I giggled. It was cut short when he pulled out of me and slammed into me making me gasp. He growled while I let my mouth fall open.

His hips found a perfect rhythm that seemed to work amazingly for the both of us. They slammed every few seconds at an increasing speed. I was unable to hold back my moans. “Come on, keep quiet.” He muttered against my neck. “All I wanna do is make you scream my name and show me how good I’m making you feel but we can’t risk it.” Once again, he sounded genuinely disappointed that such a thing wasn’t possible under these circumstances.

“Justin,” I bit down on the dryness of my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning any louder than I already have.

The strain of having to keep quiet while we were both in the trance of such immense pleasure made the whole thing a lot more exciting and I found myself pushing my hips up to meet his.

“Fuck, do that again.” I noticed the way he shook when my hips touched his. I found the feeling of him deep inside, touching the back of my walls, too much to handle. My hands reached his back.

He slammed into me with so much more force every now and then, almost like he was trying to catch me off guard; like he wanted me to let out a loud cry.

“I love watching you almost cracking; the way you shake while keeping your mouth firmly shut, it’s a beautiful sight.” He said, taking my left boob in his hand, rubbing his palm against the hardness of my nipple, he seemed to be awaiting a gasp. And he wasn’t disappointed. I gasped into his ear.

Our hips moved in a perfect way and wanted to carry on but I felt my lower body becoming tired. He hissed, and I realised I had been clawing at his back due to the pressure of keeping quiet. “Shit, I-I’m sorry.” I stuttered, half from embarrassment, half from the way he thrusted into me, gliding perfectly along my walls.

He laughed softly. “Don’t apologise. I’m all for turning pain into pleasure.” He took a chunk of my neck into his mouth and bit, obviously leaving marks for the next day, I let out a similar hiss to what had left his throat a few seconds ago.

“J-Justin, I’m so close.” I was breathing heavy now. All of a sudden I realised how hot the room had become and how clammy our bodies where as they pressed against each other.

“Fuck, me too. I’m surprised I didn’t cum about ten minutes ago, you’re the first I’ve had in so long. And you’re not disappointing.” He let out a breath of air that blew down my chest. His cheeks were becoming red, as mine probably were. “You’re becoming tighter by the second. God, you’re so good. I do not regret this.” He chuckled darkly, his tongue licked where he’d previously bit.

“Justin, please.” I found myself raising my legs and wrapping them around his waist. It caused him to reach deeper parts of me and we both let out a deep moan of appreciation.

“Oh God.” He sped up instantly but his thrusts were sloppy and uneven. I raised my hips up slightly. “Keep scratching my back.” He muttered, almost as though he was embarrassed to confess.

I chuckled as I let my hands trail over his shoulders and down his back. I took my nails and dug them into his back, slowly pulling them up to his shoulder blades. He grunted roughly.

“[Y/N]. Oh, God.” He moved swiftly in and out of me but I still felt his hips shake. “Cum. Cum with me.” He spoke quickly and about four seconds later I knew why.

He began to let out groan and groan and it encouraged me to reach my peak. “Shit!” A gasp emitted from my mouth when I felt that feeling in my stomach. I began to write beneath him.

“Fuck, you look beautiful when you cum.” He clenched his jaw, slamming into me impossibly hard, and I tried hard to keep quiet.

We each collapsed, relaxing in each other’s presence. I felt his breath running down my chest. “Shit.” He whispered. “I almost forgot what an orgasm felt like.” He chuckled for what felt like the hundred time that night.

“Thank you for my payment.” I grinned as I chuckled, my chest still heaved, as did his.

“Don’t get tired. I’m not done paying you.” His lips met mine for another time, taking me by surprise.

[basketofruit]

Trying to write (8/30)

It isn't much. But I swear There is a poem in the way you hold my hand.