#bieber posts

"These fucking legs. They'll be the death of me." Justin comments before dropping to his knees to help me put on the dainty heels i'd chosen from the Louboutin outlet. He kisses from my ankle to the top of my thigh and then runs his hands over the intricate structure of my dress to caress my butt. "You'll ruin it!" "I'll  ruin you baby girl," he says suggestively his palms massaging my butt in rough, arousing motions. "Fine. Maybe it'll distract me" "Distract you?" He looks pretty confused and I reach up to kiss his neck. "You told me that we're going to sit with some of your friends. I'm going to be pretty nervous" he smooths down the back of my dress and hugs me close to him. "They're going to love you, trust me" "I trust you..." "But?" I run a steady hand through my freshly curled hair and then stop when I remember that the stylist had literally spent hours on it. "But... It all comes down to my occupation." "Anya Ventura do you make a living for yourself?" I nod and before I can speak again he's pressed my lips together between his thumb and index finger. "Do you work hard for your money?" I nod again and pout my lips but he still doesn't let them go, "what I'm getting at is that you consistently do what you need to do to survive. There's nothing wrong with being on the grind baby, some of my friends were born with a silver spoon in their mouths and have never worked for shit!" He lets go of my lips and I briefly wonder if my lipstick has smudged. I sigh and tug a little on his tie before placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, "Thanks Jay" a perfectly groomed eyebrow cocks into his hairline and he resumes squeezing my ass. "That's new," he says with a wicked grin and I allow myself to mold to his suit clad frame. "What's new? Jay?" I say it again, this time my words are silkier and my lips are poised at his ear, "I fucking dig that" he growls and he's about to attack my neck with kisses when a cough interrupts us both. It's a bodyguard of his who gestures quickly to the limo that waits outside in his driveway. Justin motions for me to go before him and I comply sliding past the bodyguard who gives me a polite smile. "Why are they here when they know I'm about to leave?" Justin mumbles pulling the back of my dress down as I get into the vehicle so that my butt cheeks wouldn't make the front page of PEOPLE. "They can't get enough of you" I tease when the limo door closes and he slides in next to me. "Have you?" Justin prompts in an equally teasing voice before pouring us two flutes of champagne from the bottle that had been plunged into a bucket of ice. I take the flute and down it before answering, "Never" I admit quietly and something sparkles in Justin's deep brown eyes. "This is wild" I whisper as I take Justin's hand and he helps me out of the limo. As soon as my feet land on the red carpet a barrage of camera flashes blind me, Justin on the other hand had thought ahead and slid on a pair of expensive looking shades. "We're going to stop and talk to the MTV reporter and that one only is that cool?" I grip his hand and follow him down the plushy red carpet towards an overly excited looking girl. "Hey Justin!" She says enthusiastically and he responds with a calm nod and an even calmer ' hey', but nothing can calm her hyped behavior. "So you're up for three awards tonight, do you think you'll take them all home?" She points the mic to his mouth and he gives a dazzling smile, "Absolutely, I've got my good luck charm right here" the girl's smile falters and she turns to me with a piercing look. "And who are you?" She demands, her right eye twitching a bit. "Anya Ventura, his date." Reporter girl accords the information with a click of her jaw and then reaches out to shake Justin's hand, "Congrats and good luck!" She says, signing off of her news report. Justin leads me down the carpet and it is there that I see white tape placed in X's. "See those? That's how we know where to pose and stand so each media outlet can snap a few. I nod and follow the markings posing as best as I could and blushing when Justin ignored the set up just to cuddle and squeeze me. "Oh those idiots" he says lovingly motioning to three girls who were sprawled and posing on some red steps. He takes my hand and we approach them, quickly honing in on their laughing and loud chatter. "Bieber!" Screams the one with long black hair and my heart pulses when I realize that  the girls on the steps were hardly just girls. They were Kendall Jenner, Gigi Hadid, and Gigi's sister Bella who just had been enlisted as their photographer for the night. "Ladies" Justin says smoothly and the three women blow him kisses which he pretends to catch. "I love your dress" Kendall Jenner says with appreciating eyes and the rest of the girls follow suite with unabashed approval. "Elie Saab?" "Yeah, from his ready to wear spring collection" I blurt and the girls smile, clearly fashion was a perfect common ground. "Where's Kylie? I wanted to introduce you guys at the same time" Justin sulks and Kendall points to the red carpet walk where one Kylie Jenner stands pouting at the cameras. She seems to spot the gathering of friends and walks away from the panel of photographers. "Nice suit Bizzle, very suave" Justin grins and moves in to hug her. The paparazzi goes wild. Kylie pulls away and her eyes land on me, "No way, Elie Saab spring pre show?" I nod with a smile and she takes both of my hands in hers before turning to face Justin. " Literally in love with her already!" "You don't even know her name yet" he says with a chuckle and Kylie rolls her eyes and sets them back on me, "what's your name?" She wonders with an unwavering and brilliant smile. "Anya Ventura" I say and she pulls me in for a solid hug, "I've got a really good feeling about you. Did you know I'm sort of like, sidekick?" My face scrunches in mild confusion and her older sister, Kendall comes up behind her and tugs on what I assume to be a wig. "She means psychic. And for the record she isn't." Kylie frowns and let's go of one of my hands to push away her, now that I've noticed, extremely tall sister. "Anya," Kylie says letting my hand go completely before looping her arm with mine, "yes?" "You're like a model right? I think I saw you on an ad for Givenchy trés chick" she says and Justin scoffs behind us. "You're french is actually painful Ky. Try, Tré Chic. It's sheek not chick" Kylie ignores Justin and his panty dropping French accent. "You're so pretty and you decide to come as this guy's date?" Kylie scolds and I can't help but laugh at Justin's offended facial expression. "She's not my date anymore you fucking stole her!" He argues and sure enough I've been seated next to Kylie and Gigi takes the chair with Justin's face on it. "I'm Gigi," she says sweetly offering a tiny, manicured hand that I shake firmly. "I'm Se- I'm Anya" she smiles and hen studies my face, "Kylie said you're a model?" She wonders and I shake my head here we go. "A stripper actually" Gigi's eyes widen but her smile remains, Kylie buts in obviously having eavesdropped on the conversation, "A stripper? That's fucking lit. I took pole dancing lessons once and almost died, so props to you Yaya" Yaya? I'd known her for less than thirty minutes and I already had a nickname. It felt nice. Gigi Pat's my hand when she gets up to leave, a blonde boy with a big nose and a large hat on his head motions for her to sit with him. "That's her boyfriend Cody mate" Kylie says in yet another terrible rendition of an accent. I nod and smile as Justin finally takes a seat next to me. "How was it?" He wonders fixing his gelled hair and tie. "I like your friends, they're so sweet" he laughs and shakes his head, "Wait till the after party, you haven't even met all my guy friends" "I was a bit worried when I saw all these females..." "Worried about what?" He asks with an eyebrow raised, "Your sexuality" he places a firm hand on my thigh and squeezes. "After last night I didn't think I'd ever hear that come out of your mouth, though a lot did co-" I place a hand over his dirty mouth. "Behave yourself" I scold but he only kisses my palm and pulls  it away, "I love it when you tell me what to do" before I can shut him up the first presenter does it for me, and we sit hand in hand as the show kicks off.

Justin Seven is fast asleep and I don't want to wake her. Though she is fairly light, getting her out of the car is a struggle and a half. I try to shield her body away from the lurking paparazzi and I'm semi successful with the help of my bodyguard, Kenny, who is large enough to block their prying cameras. "Sev, I'm going to put you on the couch and go get showered okay?" She moans in her sleep and curls her beach towel clad body into a fetal position and before I can stop myself I kiss her soundly on the forehead. When I make it to the bedroom my phone starts to vibrate and I mumble some cuss words before pepping up and answering the phone. "What's good Scooter?" "You tell me JB" I click the speaker icon and tods my phone onto my head before taking off the hoodie and shorts combo that are covered in sand and reek of the ocean. "What's that mean Scoot?" My tone is bored and borderline weary but I had a feeling as to where this conversation was heading. Scooter sighs and on his end there's the tell tale clicking noises of a keyboard. "Justin Bieber has been spotted around LA with a mystery girl. The mystery girl is reportedly staying at Bieber's Calabasas residence for an indefinite amount of time. Sources say th-" "you know more than anyone not to believe anything you hear" "Justin. Who is she?" I was in no way ashamed of Seven, nor her career but something told me that telling Scooter would be bad news. "She's a friend Scoot" "A friend or a rebound chick?" "A friend. A really nice one at that she-" "Justin. You and I both know that you aren't over Selena. Is that why you're doing this?" I walk over to my linen closet and pull out a towel before heading to the bathroom to turn on the shower. "Justin?" I'd left my phone on the bed and Scooter without an answer, "Yes Scoot?" "Yes I'm right? Or Yes as in ' shut up Scoot. Mind your business" "The second one pretty much." Scooter sighs again and I'm about to hang up the phone when he starts to talk again. "You aren't exactly man of the year Justin," he was referencing the series of fucked up events I'd been involved in since my breakup with Selena. "They can kiss my ass" "they're your fans" that makes my blood boil and I'm not sure if it's his words or the steam from the shower. "They don't like ' Bizzle' or whatever the hell it is you're calling yourself now. They don't like Za or Khalil or the fact that their idol is outside pissing in buckets!" I roll my eyes and pull down my boxers in one swift tug. "A person can't change?" "They can for the better. Are you changing for the better or are you just going to keep up with these girls and your money?" "I'm fucking happy Scooter" "Marijuana usually has that effe-" "Dude. I mean right now. With the girl. I'm happy. Isn't that important anymore?" Scooter doesn't answer for a long while and just when I though he'd ended the call he responds with a solemn, "when do I get to meet her?" "Tomorrow night" "she's your date to the MTV Awards isn't she?" "Lucky guess" "Alright smart ass. I'll see you two there." "Scooter?" "Bieber?" "Be nice. She's nice... So be nice." "You didn't tell me that you're in love with her" my eyes nearly pop out of my head. "I'm not." "we'll see." Then the line goes dead and I'm free to hop into my steamy shower. Anya I wake up on a solid white leather couch and my back resents me for it. With a stretch and a few twists I feel brand new and try in vain to remember how to get to the guest room I'm staying in. Justin's house is really unnecessarily big for one person but I guess when you have the type of money he does you've got to spend it on something. I skip the elevator and instead decide to walk up the steps but when I get to the second landing I'm even more lost than before. I push open a familiar looking door and am met with the gleaming backside of Justin Bieber. "Seven?" He asks, drying his upper half up with a towel as if his butt wasn't exposed and shining under the light s of his bedroom. "I'm so sorry Justin! I was trying to get to my room and I-" he chuckles, actually chuckles and then wraps his towel around his waist. "You don't have to apologize, it was a mistake", "total mistake I just lo-" he walks closer to me and presses the door behind me closed. "unless it wasn't and you came in here to take advantage of me" my back presses against the cool surface of his bedroom door and My heart rate picks up a bit as I inhale the smell of expensive cologne and mint. "Who's taking advantage of who Bieber?" I whisper and he's so close that my lips move against his involuntarily. He smiles and his eyes flutter to mine before closing, "does it normally take you this long to kiss someone?" I tease and he laughs, his eyes still closed and his forehead pressed against mine. "I was trying to sort out the vibes" "The what?" "The vibes, wether you want to kiss me or not" it is then that I place a hand on his naked shoulders and shake him as hard as my thin arms will allow. "I kissed you first remember? At In -N- out then again in the beach..." my lips skim against his and a low moan is released from his throat. In a flash his hands are all over me, groping and squeezing and caressing and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind, and forget something. When he hoists me up so my legs wrap around his waist I know that he's walking backwards to the bed. "Justin?" I gasp as his teeth start to suck wildly on the skin of my neck, "Mhmm?" He wonders, palming my ass in the process. Justin unties my bikini top with finesse and when my breasts are freed I place both hands on his chest to stop him. "What's wrong Seven?" I look around his bedroom trying to focus on anyone but him. The boy who is hot, ready, and waiting just beneath me. "Want to hear a joke?" I ask nervously and he makes the funniest face of confusion and dismay i'd ever seen. "A joke?" He asks skeptically and I nod "Yeah. A joke" he lays on his back and I still straddle him with my knees. "Okay Seven, tell me a joke" I take a deep breath and pat his muscled chest several times before telling the best joke that I knew. "A virgin stripper" Justin laughs at first. A sharp bark of laughter but when he realizes that I am not kidding he sits up and pushes me off of him. "You're a virgin?" I nod and bite my bottom lip. I knew he would freak out. "You've never?" He makes an obscene motion with his hands and I shake my head and start to explain myself. "I've only ever had one boyfriend but we were young and I didn't want to and then high school ended and I moved to New York so-" "Seven... You don't have to explain yourself to me okay? I'm just glad that you told me, the last thing I want to to is-" "Fuck me?" I'm embarrassed at how disappointed I sound but he clears up his intentions when he places a hand underneath my chin. His eyes are dark and smoldering and without warning he takes my hand in his and places it on his towel guarded crotch. "Does that feel like I don't want to fuck you?" He says lowly and I shake my head. He smiles. "We don't have to do anything. I'm not trying to pressure you into" "I'm not waiting until marriage or anything, I honestly just never got around to it" "We're talking about you virginity not a nose piercing" he jokes and I push his shoulder. "You shouldn't do it with a stranger" he says quietly and I shake my head, "A stranger who flew me across the country? A stranger who's taking me to one of America's largest award ceremonies? A stranger who bought me a brand new wardrobe?" Justin looks saddened and I wonder if I've offended him. "What's wrong?" I ask, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to think that you... Owe me for any of that" I move on the bed again so that I'm straddling him once more and lean down to place a kiss on his nose. "Losing your virginity isn't nearly as dramatic as people play it off to be!" "How romantic" Justin says with a laugh his hands gripping my hips, "romance is my middle name" He raises an eyebrow and tightens his hold on my hips. "What's your real middle name?" He raises his hands up and palms both of my breasts and my head lolls to the side as the sensation warms the pit of my stomach. "Eight, and my last name is nine" I joke and he squeezes my breasts harder, a moan leaving my lips in desperation, "You got jokes huh?" He asks in a rasping voice. His dick is hard beneath the towel and I move my hips just a fraction so that our centers can rub against one another. "If-" "When." He rolls his eyes and continues, "If we do this... Will you tell me your name?" Would I ? I have it figured out at this moment that I'd do anything to please Justin so he'd keep his hands on me so I nod absently and let him roll us over so his weight presses fully and deliciously against me. Justin Kissing Seven is unreal. Her lips are plump and smooth against mine and the inside of her mouth, though we'd had burgers earlier in the day tastes vaguely of strawberry. Her tiny hands grip at my shoulders and in an attempt to no scare her off I grind my hips into the mattress in lieu of between her thighs. "You're a virgin" I say and she snorts at the stupid statement, "Want to see some paperwork?" I roll my eyes and kiss her soundly on the mouth. "I meant have you ever done anything?" "By myself yes with another person? Never" my dick grows impossibly hard at her words and then she's trailing her perfect pink lips along my jugular. Anya Justin kisses across my chest and then down the length of my stomach. "Trust me okay?" I nod and he hooks each side of my bikini bottoms on a thumb and yanks them down leaving me completely and totally nude in front of him. "You body is so fucking tight goddamn" he mumbles against my belly button his tongue flicking out to lick the crease of an ab, and suddenly I'm thankful for what the pole has done for my body. "I saw this in a porn one time" I blurt out as he blows a cool shot of air across my center causing my thighs to clench and stiffen in wanton anticipation. Justin looks up at me through his lashes and gives me a tentative lick. "A porn? Damn a woman after my own heart he jokes and maybe I'd have been able to answer if I wasn't trembling so much. "I don't watch porn all the time because it-" "It's an unrealistic standard of sex meant only for men's sexual satisfactionr and in rare cases women's" I must look uber impressed because he smiles up at me and winks, "get you a man who can do both" "Both?" He licks me again and my body is on fire and then he stops, "Please and educate at the same damn time" and then he collects my clit into his mouth with a languid suck of his lips. My back arches off of his comfy satin sheets and my hands grip at his short brown hair. "Justin" "let go Sev" he encourages one of his hands grips a boob painfully and another teases two fingers into my slick heat. "Fuck" I hiss and my stomach clenches several times and I feel my body lock up with pleasure. "Oh shit you're amazing" he says in awe and once I've got my gasping down to pants he shows me his glistening and dripping fingers I blush as he reaches beneath his towel and uses my juices to lubricate himself. "I saw that in a porn too" I comment absently and he gives a devilish smirk, "maybe we watched the same one" that makes me laugh and then he's back on me, pulling the towel off of his hips and settling his pulsating member between my legs. I reach between us and pump him a few times and the sounds that he lets out starts a new burning in my body and I'm sure that I can come again within seconds. "Do you want me to do... anything?" Justin groans at my question, but shakes his head adamantly I squeeze him tighter in my hand and his hips thrust forwards. "I don't think I'd be able to last through anything you and that pretty mouth could get up to" he chokes and I nod against his neck. Justin I'm trying so hard to be careful. I can see it in her face and actions that she's nervous but her eyes hold a wild stance of curiosity, lust, and determination. She takes me in her palm again and gives me a few more pumps and the feeling is so indescribably good that I have to bat her hand away and take a few deep breaths. I reach over and grab a condom and roll it on tightly. With a long, solid kiss to her forehead I take myself in my hand and position the tip at her glistening entrance. I'm about to push in when she stops me suddenly, her hands poised at my chest. "Justin," my body wants to cry because I'm sure at this point that she's changed her mind. That she wants to go back to New York and act like this never happened and I'd be okay with that. No you wouldn't you fucking liar. A voice spews and it's right. I'd be crushed. "What's wrong Seven?" She looks vulnerable and that's almost enough to quell my erection so I begin to pull away from her. In the process of moving away she holds me tighter and I'm so close to her that my ear is perfectly aligned with her mouth. "Anya" she whispers breathily and my eyes widen in shock. Could that be... "My name is Anya" she says and my heart flutters at name. Anya... I think to myself. "Anya" I say aloud and thenI'm kissing her lips and tangling my tongue with hers before pulling back with a triumphant grin. "It's nice to meet you Anya. I'm Justin" she laughs, a girly, twinkling sound and then when I think that the moment has turned cut as opposed to sexual she reminds me of the problem that rests between us my thrusting her hips upwards. Anya "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" is the only stream of words that leaves Justin's mouth when he pushes inside of me. Despite the comforting kisses he places all over my face I try to focus on the fullness and not the pain but it's searing and very persistent. My eyes are watering and Justin above me is a blur. He's a still as he can possibly be and I think that he's even holding his breath waiting for my okay. I let out a deep, shaking breath and reach between our bodies to play with my clit, hoping to distract myself from the stinging pain of his considerably large length that's lodged inside of me. It works and after a few seconds I nod and shift my hips. Justin She kisses me when she's ready to start. She kisses me and tells me that it's okay, that it's all going to be alright as if I wasn't the one causing her pain. It only takes one more kiss and then I'm sinking forward, her pussy taking me in inch my agonizing inch. I feel like I'm going to bust as soon as her walls start so squeeze and rub against me, each ridge milking my cock with particular motions. "Justin, please" she moans, her nails clawing at my back and her forehead damp with sweat. "You okay baby?" "mhmm" she mewls before raising her knees a little higher and taking me even deeper. I sit up on my knees and thrust into her from that angle with my hand splayed across her clenching stomach muscles. I pick up my speed but keep the motions neat and thorough and just when I thought that she couldn't get any sexier with her wild hair and scrunched up face she does. By screaming my name in the pitchiest octave I'd ever heard in my life. Anya is a fucking screamer, and I think I'm in love. "Yes, yes, yes, yes" she pants when I lie back on top of her an thrust into her at an incredible pace, chasing my own release whilst trying to unlock her own. "Justin" she whines and I can tell that she's close by the way that her pussy begins to pulsate and grip around me "I know baby, I know" I whisper hoarsely and with a final push of my hips and my thumb pressing against her clit we both come. Her with a gasp and me with a loud groan. Anya Justin doesn't pull out immediately, but when he does he rolls so that I cover his body like a blanket. His brown hair is darkened due to sweat and his pink lips look unusually large, swollen from my aggressive kisses. "Marie" I whisper and Justin looks at me with a confused expression so I smile and nuzzle his neck "my middle name." "Anya Marie" he tests and by the smile that's on his lips he is far from disappointed. "Ventura" he catchces on and then starts to run his fingers through my hair, catching ever so often on a few tangles but neither of us mind. Justin For once in my life I had hoped that Scooter had been wrong, but looking at Anya Maria Ventura proved him to be tragically right. I love her. I think. And if I think right now I'll probably know by tomorrow.

Anya "You aren't hot in all that?" Justin laughs and lies back in the sand. He's wearing the hoodie that he wore when we first met and his glasses cover half of his face. "It's necessary" he replies and I nod in understanding before admiring the seashells I'd spent the last hour picking up. "I've never held real seashells before" I mutter absently, my heart flutters with delight when I hold one up to the sun and the mother of pearl inside glimmers back at me. "I could watch you all day" Justin says quietly and I think he's hoping that I won't reply, but he should know better. "Watch me do what?" He shrugs and tugs on a strand of my hair where a piece of seaweed must have tangled when I jumped in and out of the crashing waves. "Watch you do anything really" I set down my seashells and lie next to him, the sand against my back and between my toes is a feeling I think I can learn to love. " Even watch me dance for other people?" It was an inevitable question, "As long as it's dedicated to me behind the scenes." He must catch my face of pure shock and lack of understanding because it is then that he sits up and takes off his sunglasses to look me dead in the eyes. "It's your job Seven. If you think about it I sort of do the same thing" I tilt my head back and laugh and he fixes me with a serious stare. "I'm not playing! Okay look. You dance for money right?" I nod with a raised eyebrow and he begins to point at himself, "see I do too!" "I get groped for money too" I add and he waves it off like it's not a big deal. "I get groped too. By girls, guys, and sometimes even moms" "You've got me on the mom part. That hasn't happened... Yet." "So do you believe me?" He brushes a sandy hand across my cheek and places another at the back of my neck so that when I speak my lips flutter against his own. "Believe what?" "That I don't care what you do Seven, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. I'm a pretty confident guy you know" he smirks against my lips and tugs on my bottom lip when my eye roll takes over. "You promise?" He kisses me then, once, twice, a third time before answering in a throaty voice, "trust me." I wrack my brain and try to think about when the last time I'd trusted someone had been. Chanel didn't count, did Carlisle? I do a mental head shake and press my lips against Justin's. It was a nice thing to have. Trust. Our day at the beach ended when a little girl had pointed at Justin and with a loud, ear splitting scream, shouted his name. She drew everyone's attention and we had to haul ass to his car. "I can't take you anywhere" I joke and he reaches for my hand and together they rest on top of the middle console. "Sorry about that," I shake my head and feel super guilty when some sand shakes out of it, "Oh, it's okay. Back home, in New York, the papz can't get enough of me" he looks at me through his peripheral and a smirk glides across his handsome face. "Really?" "Mhmm. Really. They're relentless" I tease whilst trying to move as little as possible as more sand starts to sprinkle off of my body. "Now that you mention it. I should probably send a detail with you back to New York" his joking tone is gone and replaced with a serious voice, but I laugh anyway. "My own detail? For what? I'm not the president or anything" "Once pictures of you going as my date for the MTV Awards surface you'll trend on Twitter for three days. I'm thinking more when they catch sight of your dress." I nod and wonder how exactly he expects a security team to guard a stripper. "You know I sleep all day" "Why's that?" I run a thumb across the back of his hand and he takes his eyes off the road for a split second before focusing once more. "Because I work all night. I'm nocturnal" "You slept alright last night" he comments and I blush how did he know that? "I walked into the guest bedroom to give you an extra blanket and you were out" "It's a new thing." "What is?" "Sleeping in the dark," he brings my hand to his lips and kisses it gently. We don't say anything the rest of the way to his place but the silence is calming. So calming in fact that I start to doze off a bit.

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he looks so good omg

im crying