Mature Story *RATED R*

Here's a MATURE story for you guys. If you don't like it, don't read it. It isn't my story, I just edited it. But I know that you guys haven't had any dirty stories, so here's this(; It's in Justin's point of view, so remember that while reading!

She stormed out of my car with a slam of the door, accompanied by an aggravated groan as she strutted her way inside our apartment building. I’ve pissed her off again, and just like all the other times before, I have no idea what I even did wrong.

Sometimes, I wish I didn’t fuck up so much with her, but it seems like I make a mistake with every little movement. I don’t even intend to do it, it just happens, and it puts (Y/N) into a ballistic rage when all I’ve ever aimed to do is make her happy. I love her to the moon and back, honestly, but I never know what she wants. It’s like she’s always mad at me for reasons I can never contemplate.

I follow my girlfriend’s footsteps, trudging my way into our flat without a sound. (Y/N) has already locked herself in our room within the short amount of time she’d been inside, and as I take a few steps further into the apartment, I notice that she’s even put out some pillows and a blanket on the couch – my bed for the night, I guess.

I walk right passed the living room and head for our bedroom, knocking on the wooden door in hopes that (Y/N) will at least let me in to talk. After I tap my knuckles against the door for a fifth time, it seems like my strategy is successful as the door opens and (Y/N) is standing directly in front of me.

Before I even open my mouth, I take a moment to look at my girl, and I mean really look at her because she’s so unbelievably beautiful that I forget how to breathe at the sight of her. Her hair’s in a spiraled mess from the party, and her make-up is still perfect –– yet completely unnecessary, as I’ve told her millions of times before. She’s still standing in those sinfully tall heels that I don’t understand how she can even walk in without falling flat on her face. Her dress is black and fitted tightly around her flawless body that I could spend all day staring at, but I’d much rather be touching her, if I’m honest.

“What do you want, Justin?” She snaps, giving me no time to admire her beauty anymore.

I look up at her vacantly, swiping my tongue across my lips as I try to meet her gaze, “Why are you mad?”

(Y/N) scoffs as if I’ve said something that insulted her, and it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done so without knowing.

“No, I’m serious. Why are you mad at me? What did I do wrong?” I ask helplessly, searching for an answer as I try to read her. “You’re always upset with me, (Y/N), and I’m sick of not knowing why.”

She never meets my eyes as I talk to her, like she’s trying to avoid me for some reason. She’s shutting me out, or trying to run from the pain that I give her. But what kind of a boyfriend am I if I’m the reason my girl’s hurt?

“Ryan said Selena’s been calling you.” She finally speaks, and now everything starts to make sense. “He said that she wants to meet up with you soon, or something like that, I don’t know. All I know is that she’s your ex-girlfriend and that she wants you back… And you didn’t even mention it to me.”

Neither of us say another word, and I want so badly to just explain everything to her right then and there, but it’s too late for explanations. I screwed up, again.

“Whatever, she’s probably better for you anyway.” (Y/N) says in barely a whisper.

I almost want to scream at her for saying something so stupid, “What did you say?”

She keeps her lips sealed shut, finally able to look me in the eye as she turns her head.

“Don’t be coy, Justin.” She says harshly with a roll of her eyes, turning around to walk away from the conversation like she always does. But I won’t let her, not this time.

“Hey, look at me.” I call, grabbing her by the wrist before she has the time to shut the door in my face. “I haven’t answered a single one of Selena’s calls. She might miss me, but I don’t miss her, you know why?”

(Y/N) shakes her head cautiously, a crease forming between her brows as it seems like I’ve stumped her.

“Because why would I? I have you, don’t I?” I encourage as a smile tugs on the corners of my mouth. My body inches closer to hers as I move at my slowest pace, not wanting her to run off like before. “You’re all I need.” I promise before sealing that vow with the whisper of a kiss.

Our lips barely touch and it’s not even a mimic of a peck on the lips, but it’s still something. (Y/N)’s breath mixes with mine as the faint taste of alcohol and peppermint airs over my tongue. I’ve grown eager for something more, my hands grabbing onto her waist and pulling her so close to me that you wouldn’t be able to put a slip of paper between us if you tried. (Y/N) finally steps out of those heels, now making me the skyscraper of the two of us as I lean down to press my lips to hers again.

The kiss is much more calculated than the first. I try to show her all that I’m feeling right now, how much I love her and care for her, but one kiss just isn’t enough to do that. So I attempt to walk us toward the bed without any given direction what-so-ever, my lips still attached to (Y/N) as my tongue trails along the seam of her closed lips.

I’m caught off-guard when (Y/N) stumbles backward onto the bed we share, and neither of us can help but laugh as I clumsily topple over her small body. “Smooth,” She jokes, running her index along the frame of my face.

I kiss her again in response, letting her pull my bottom lip from its twin as I try fixing my hands beneath her to unzip her dress. Slipping the clothing away from her body, I toss her dress somewhere to the side and lift my head, my lower lip snapping back into place as a result of (Y/N)’s nibbling and tugging on it.

My breath ghosts over her jawline until I reach her neck, letting my mouth close over her smooth skin. I start to suck and tease her skin until I’m sure there’s a bruise that’ll last, or at least something to prove that (Y/N) is mine and mine only. I dip my head, marring my girl’s collarbone with a second stamp of my lips.

I raise my head to admire the work I’ve done on my girlfriend’s flesh, shifting my gaze to look up at the expression on (Y/N)’s face. Her face is flushed, her hair is fanned out on the sheets around her, but her lips look barely touched and all I can think about that is that it just won’t do.

Half of my mouth curls into a grin before my lips are met with hers, pulling her into a kiss that’s messy and hard, but it’s probably the most passion I’ve ever shared in one kiss. (Y/N)’s hands move up to undo the buttons on my dress shirt, tucking and slipping the fabric until it’s off and joined with her dress that’s been deserted somewhere on the floor.

We part our lips concurrently, my tongue colliding with hers as I try gaining the upper hand over her greedy mouth. It’s quite the exercise, I’ll admit, but the second I’ve unclipped (Y/N)’s bra and work my fingertips against her breast, she’s pathetically submissive. I tease and tug on the small nub until it hardens beneath my touch, grinning proudly as my girl finally gives in, a moan escaping her pretty pink lips.

“No fair.” She whines, arching her back into my hand as I explore every inch of her mouth with my tongue until she’s the only thing I can taste.

I soon remove my hand from (Y/N)’s chest, trailing my fingers down her waist. I distract my girl from my wandering hand, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss to let my lips encase a nipple in my mouth. I tease her with my tongue, flicking against the nub as my hand moves south, gently stroking her through her thin underwear.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” I croon, placing a sloppy kiss at the center of her chest. I apply pressure to her aching center, pressing my thumb down harshly on her covered slit.

(Y/N)’s breath hitches at the sudden action and her hips race into me in anticipation. My lips flex into an evil smirk as I remove my hand from between her legs, lowering my head until I’m parallel with (Y/N)’s body. She props herself up on her elbows, already aware of what’s next and apparently, she wants to watch, too. I leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. Repeating the action, I leave another set of wet kisses from her knees to her thighs until I’m met with the place where she wants me most.

I move at a dangerously slow pace while sliding off (Y/N)’s underwear, watching her eyes as she shoots me a dirty glare. She knows I’m teasing her to her limits, but I know she’s not going to do a single thing about it. I keep my eyes fixed on my girl as my tongue snakes out of my parted lips, taking one long swipe down her delicate folds. I can’t help but moan at her sweet taste, wanting nothing but to make her feel out of this world.

“Justin,” She whimpers, “Please.”

“Of course, baby girl.” I oblige before giving into my girl’s needs.

I delve into (Y/N)’s wet heat, running circles on her clit with my tongue. I add a finger to the mix, easily slipping into her slick entrance as my lips wrap around her sensitive bud. (Y/N) writhes beneath me, her hands flying to my hair as she tangles her fingers into my locks. With confidence, I hook my arms around her thighs to pull her body closer to me and manage to slip in a second finger. I twist and curl the digits at an uneven pace, brushing against that special patch of nerves when my girl least expects it and earning a moan of my name from her lips. It’s like music to my ears, and as (Y/N) lifts her head to look at me, I let my right eye fall into a wink. I start my own rhythm with my fingers, moving in and out of my girl with my lips sucking feebly on her swollen clit.

“You taste so good.” I murmur against her center, the vibrations reducing her to a quivering mess as she locks her thighs around my head, bucking her hips against my face.

My wrist is straining from the quick movements I’m making as I curl my fingers forward against her g-spot, tuning out everything but (Y/N) as I pick up the pace. By the sound of her ragged breathing, I can tell she’s close to the edge, and I’m radiating with pride to know that I’m the one doing this to her.

“Christ, Justin.” She gasps as she throws her head back into the sheets, arching her back and tightening her grip on my hair. Her moans go straight to my growing crotch, but I can’t think about myself right now. I have to focus on my girl.

I watch with teeming fascination as (Y/N) reaches her high, wanting to memorize every single detail – her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heels digging into my back, and her lips frozen into a prolonged ‘o’ shape. She’s beautiful like this, and I know I can’t –– won’t let anyone else get to see her this way but me.

I milk her climax for all that it’s worth; relentlessly working my lips over her abused bud, my fingers pumping in and out of her as her walls clench tightly around my fingers. (Y/N) is practically powerless as her legs collapse at my sides, her breathing returning to normal within a few moments.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I crawl on top of her with a satisfied smirk plastered on my face. She looks down at me with a lazy smile as I tower over her, admiring the beauty that the post-sex haze grants my girlfriend.

“You’re perfect.” I say honestly, shutting my eyes for a second as she grazes her hand through my hair.

Her touch leaves my head as she moves her hand down, tracing my abs with her index finger before tugging hungrily on my dark jeans. The bulge in my pants is no mystery, and it’s all because of (Y/N) that I’m like this. She yanks down my pants and boxers with one swift movement, and I’m anything but displeased as I kick them both off of the bed.

(Y/N) takes a glance at my hardened length and reaches out to touch me, but I grab her wrist before she can. Her eyes meet mine, a confused glint in her irises and I press a kiss to her forehead before she can question it.

“Not now, babe.” I whisper softly, “Forget about me. I want to make you feel good, alright, baby girl?”

She nods slowly, watching my eyes as I line myself up at her entrance and slide into her half-way. I sigh deeply, amazed at how warm and tight she is around me. Once I’m in as far as I can go, I pull myself out almost all the way only to slam myself back into her wet heat.

(Y/N) catches her breath in her throat, clenching her fingers against my bicep as I do it a second time. I hike (Y/N)’s leg around my waist to move at a different angle, thrusting into her again. (Y/N) moans as I hit just the right spot, and she lifts her hips off the bed to meet me evenly until we gain the perfect rhythm.

I’m sent to oblivion as (Y/N) unexpectedly clenches her walls around me in just the way she knows I love. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, pursing my lips to meet her clammy skin. I roll my hips forward, my pubic bone rubbing against her clit as I sink into her.

“I love you so much, baby.” I breathe, kissing the skin just below her ear tenderly. “You know that, right?”

“I know.” She whimpers softly, “I love you, Justin.”

I reach for her hands and lock them above her head, lacing our fingers together naturally. I can tell she’s close, and I know I am too. With the way my hips are moving, I can’t even tell when I’m entering or leaving her, all I know is it feels like heaven.

“C’mon, baby girl. You’re gonna’ come for me, yeah?” I untangle one of my hands from her and reach down to where we’re joined, rubbing harsh circles against her throbbing bud. The look on her face is borderline perfection; she’s a dream that I never want to be woken up from. Adding more pressure to her clit, my head falls to (Y/N)’s chest as she cuts her teeth into my shoulder.

“That’s it, beautiful.” I murmur, sensing her walls pulsing around me as she comes.

I don’t last much longer, my thrusts growing sloppy and careless until I’m spilling into her. I collapse by her side, hooking my arm around her slim waist as I pull her closer to me. Her body fits perfectly into mine, and I trace patterns on her bare shoulder as we lay there in silence.

“(Y/N),” I call softly, kissing the top of her spine and my girlfriend hums softly in response.

“Promise me no more fighting. If you have a problem, just tell me, okay? I don’t want to upset you anymore.” I mumble against her skin before she turns around to meet me face-to-face.

She doesn’t say anything; she just leans forward and presses her lips to mine lovingly. I know we’ll have arguments in the future, but we’ll get through them because there’s no way I’m messing this up.