Summary:
The ritual with Justin is: work his ass off from Monday to Friday in the studio, party till he drops Friday night, mop around with a nasty hangover taking long naps in between for most of Saturday and finally, spend time with his girlfriend (you) on Sunday if ever. You’re more than fed up with this routine and you think it’s time for a change…
Contains: Drama, General, Humor
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Droplet after droplet bats against the window seal as you sit patiently in the dark living room waiting for your boyfriend to get home. It’s a rainy night and anyone in their right mind would know that it’s best to stay indoors but not him…not Justin.
It’s just like him to come home in the wee hours of the morning completely shit-faced after a long night of partying with the boys. You don’t know how you do it, but you do. You trust him even in his intoxicated state that he won’t cheat on you and break your heart. Sure, he could look, just not touch, not unless what he’s touching is part of your body.
That thought causes you to smile softly when the reality of your situation sets in. You’ve been with your boyfriend for three years and in the last month of your relationship the most you’ve done is give each other quick pecks on the lips, which didn’t count as hot steamy kisses. It’s frustrating that his work is keeping him away from you, but your new job isn’t any better.
Sill, now, you’re alone as usual on a Friday night slash early Saturday morning. The ritual with Justin is: work his ass off from Monday to Friday in the studio, party till he drops Friday night, mop around with a nasty hang over taking long naps in between for most of Saturday and finally, spend time with his girlfriend (you) on Sunday if ever.
You are more than fed up with that routine because it still leaves you unsatisfied. So tonight, you have every intention of breaking his regular routine whether he likes it or not. And you’re going to enjoy every minute of it too.
Not a moment too soon, you hear the front door being swung open and then shut loudly seconds later. Still in place where you’ve been lounging for the past two hours, you sigh when you hear a haphazard bellow coming from somewhere in the threshold. It’s Justin, and judging by his incessant chuckles, he is most definitely drunk, high or maybe both.
Sighing again, you smooth out the large blue jersey you’re wearing, your only form of clothing besides your underwear. Flipping back your hair, you groan when you hear a loud thud sounding from somewhere near the kitchen area. Rolling your eyes, you casually amble out of the living room and into the kitchen not bothering to turn on any lights. If you’re right, you’ll find Justin somewhere on the floor in or near the kitchen.
Turning down the hallway that leads to the kitchen, you suddenly trip over something, nearly losing your balance. Holding your stance before you can go crashing to the floor, you hear a loud moan and you can’t help but giggle because you’re pretty sure what you tripped over is none other than your boyfriend himself.
“Baby, ouch watch where you’re going…” he slurs, not making any attempt to move.
“Justin.” You growl angrily before you drop to your knees to get a better look at him as your eyes adjust to the darkness. Sure enough, he’s half lying on the floor with his back slightly propped up against the hallway wall. His eyes are wide open surprisingly staring right at you.
“What are you up doing…doing up?” His words are jumbled and he seems incoherent for the most part. Oh, you are so going to teach him a lesson for leaving you unattended like this and for neglecting you.
“I can’t believe you are only now getting home.” You snap angrily before you sling his large arms around your shoulder. Gripping his waist tightly, you steady yourself and plant your feet firmly on the ground. “Ok Justin, I’m going to need your help so I can get you off the floor. You’re pure deadweight.”
“Uhhhh huhhhh…” He hums as you take in a deep breath and use all your strength to lift him up. Resting your back against the wall on the opposite side, you continue to help him up as he uses his last ounce of energy to jump up on his feet.
Helping him to keep his balance, you keep a tight grip around his waist so the both of you can proceed to walk.
“Ok, I’m taking you upstairs, out of your clothes and into bed.” You voice, realizing that he’s maybe no use to you in this state tonight.
“I missed you…a…lot…aaaaaa lot a whole ton…” Justin chuckles when he says this and you simply roll your eyes at his lack of forming proper sentences. He’s like a complete idiot when he’s drunk. You can smell the alcohol all on his clothes and breath too.
“You reek Justin.” Crinkling up your nose, you both manage to make it to the foot of the stairs that lead up to the second floor where the bedroom is located. Now, if you attempt to go up those stairs and you lose your balance, you’re pretty sure both of you will be sent to the emergency room tonight. You’re not exactly looking forward to that, so maybe he can just crash on the couch in the living room tonight. It would serve him right for coming home like this. You try to give him all the space he needs to be as free as possible and just be himself but sometimes he abuses it and you have to wonder if he really cares anymore.
“I need…I need my scotch.” He murmurs and you give him an incredulous look before you make a detour and pull him into the dark living room, placing him to sit on the couch where you’ve been lounging for most of the night.
“You need a kick in the balls that’s what you need.” You retort.
“Ouch…don’t you…dare.” He hisses before putting his hands over his package protectively.
“How in the world did you even make it home?” There was no way he drove here, impossible. If he did, you would be sitting watching an accident he caused on the news right now.
“Trace has my car, little fucker.” He bellows before passing one of his hands over his short head of hair.
Laughing at him, you put on the small lamp on the table next to the couch. “There that’s better.” You smile as the room is dully illuminated in a yellow glow. Finally gazing into his glossy blues, you shake your head in disapproval. “You’re going to drink yourself into an early grave Justin.” You point out.
“Better than cheating…” he shrugs and you narrow your eyes at him, really wanting to kick him in the groin but his hands are still laying on top of his manhood with his legs now crossed.
“You’re an asshole.” You growl but quickly burst out into an evil smile. “Have fun sleeping on the couch. If you can make it upstairs without breaking your face, feel free to join me.” You point out and turn around to leave but he suddenly lunges forward to stop you, sending you both crashing to the carpeted floor as he grips your waist.
“Justin!” You belt, when you both roll around until you come to a stop with you lying awkwardly on top of him as his grip on you tightens.
“If I’m staying here, so are you.” He grins cheekily and really, drunk Justin is like a little boy sometimes.
“That defeats the purpose. Now let me go so I can leave.”
“No.”
“Let me go Justin.”
“I said no…” He growls fiercely and his defiance is really starting to piss you off.
But then you remember your initial plan and you know he’s going to give you shit in the morning when he’s fully sober, but right now, you’re angry and you feel like a little revenge might be in store.
“You want me to stay? Huh?” You coo, your tone softening slightly.
“Yeah.” He beams with a shake of his head.
“Why do you want me to stay Justin? Hmm? So I can keep you company while you knock out from having high levels of alcohol swimming in your blood?”
“Uh…” Frowning at you, he wipes his palms over his face, trying to sober up some. “Ok?”
“You’re pathetic.” You relent, now actually feeling somewhat sorry that he’s in this state.
“You love me.”
“You think I love you.”
“I know you do.” He scowls, his blues piercing you in complete frustration. Wow, it’s amazing how pissing him off forces him to sober up every time.
“Nope sorry.” You try to get up from where you’re still lying on top of him on the floor but he pulls you back down flush against his chest.
“Don’t lie…”
“I’m not Justin. I’m sorry it’s the truth. You see, I only loved you for your dick.” You note the shock on his face as his eyes widen and you’re fighting to hold back your laughter. He’s so gullible when he’s drunk too. He believes anything you tell him when he’s like this. This could work in your favor.
“You’re lying.” He slurs before inhaling sharply, trying to calm his nerves.
“No babe, I figured since you’re intoxicated you won’t remember tomorrow anyway. But it’s the truth. I only love you for your thick, throbbing, juicy cock. But I haven’t been seeing him lately so I guess I’ll just have to…” And you’re cut short because he just flipped you over so he’s hovering on top now.
“Shut up.” He smiles and you arch a brow at him.
“Are we sobering up by force?” You inquire curiously.
“Stop being a bitch.” He cracks out and you’re now realizing that you pushed his buttons the wrong way.
“Stop being an inconsiderate asshole and maybe then…”
But your last words are cut off when he suddenly crashes his soft pink lips against yours roughly. Gasping, you push at his chest as you begin squirming underneath him. He tastes like alcohol and weed combined and you’re now realizing that he’s certainly spaced out in his own world. That’s never a good mixture and by the time daybreak rolls around you know he’s going to be spending half of his day in the bathroom hurling.
“Just…stop you’re high…” You mutter against his lips, giving his chest a hard shove.
Pulling back, his eyes flutter open and he gives you a lazy smile before his vision begins roaming south as he licks his lips slowly. “This is what you want isn’t it? You think I don’t pay enough attention to you?” He drawls and you just remain silent, watching him intently as he continues to study you. “Shit, baby, I don’t mean to. It’s not intentional. I’m just so fucking busy sometimes…” And he drifts as his eyes continue to study you intently.
Ok, so granted he just attacked you, you should maybe sock him one, but then he’s right. This is what you’ve wanted. You just wish he’d remember it later which you doubt he will in his condition. But, like you planned, you’re willing to change his routine if just this once for your own selfish gain. He’s simply making this a lot easier than you expected.
Mustering up some strength, you grip his waist and flip you all over so you’re straddling his waist again.
Fixing yourself on top of him, you make sure that your center is pressed firmly against his. He lets out a soft groan before gripping your hips tightly.
“That’s my jersey.” He points out before his large hands disappear underneath it to grip your bare waist.
“You’re so observant.” You smirk.
“Take it off.” He instructs but you shake your head ‘no.’
“Why don’t you undress first?” You coo and he eyes you strangely before sitting up with you still on top of him.
“What are you up to?” He drawls out, but you place your finger on his lips to quiet him.
Bringing your hands down to the hem of his shirt, you lean back a bit so you can pull it up, revealing his bare hard chest. Staring at his abs as they contract and relax with each move he makes beneath you, you smile before yanking his shirt completely off and tossing it onto the floor. Sliding off of him, you begin working on his jeans until you get his belt buckle and zipper undone. In one swift motion you root off his jeans and boxers, knocking his shoes and socks off in the process before you toss his remaining articles of clothing aside.
Smiling deviously when you take in his now rock solid, naked frame, you lift your head up to lock eyes with him noting the predator stare he’s giving you.
“Get over here…” He demands but you shake your head ‘no’ then you straddle his waist again. Casting your vision south, you take in his member, thick, long and throbbing. You’re a little surprised that he’s even able to get this hard with his current intoxication but you’re not one to complain.
“Are you just going to stare at it?”
Your head snaps up when you hear his strained voice and you smirk when you realize he’s looking down at you, anticipating your next move.
“Maybe.” You retort and he growls angrily.
“Don’t just stare at it!” He says in frustration, trying to get up but you jack him back down roughly.
“Why not Justin? We haven’t had sex in at least a month because you’re always so busy. I should leave you here like this now and let you struggle to dress back on your own in your drunken state.” You snap and his eyes grow wide in offence.
“You think I don’t know we haven’t fucked in a month!? Why do you think I’m so fucking solid right now? It’s not the alcohol baby, believe that.” He hisses condescendingly.
Huffing, you make an attempt to move but he grabs your arms roughly and shoves you to the side before hovering over you. “Get off me Justin, you’re being an asshole.” You demand.
“Oh no baby, you started this, I’m finishing it.” He smiles evilly for you and you gasp before you begin squirming beneath him.
“What? Get off…” But your voice hitches in your throat when one of his hands dips down to graze your bud through your panties. “Shit.” You hiss, your body frozen solid in place when he applies some pressure, his fingers massaging your clit skillfully.
“That’s what you want isn’t it girl? You miss this don’t you? Huh?” He probes as his blues remain fixated on your face, taking in your expressions.
“Fuck you Justin.” You spit out, trying to push him off of you.
“Oh I’m about to.” He groans lowly and you can’t help the sudden wave of excitement that washes over you. Sure he’s being an ass, but you kind of enjoy his rough controlling side when he’s like this.
“You make me sick.” You snap and his head jerks back as his blues travel over your face before they glaze over.
“You’re being a real bitch tonight woman. I swear you’re going to make me punish you.” He warns and you simply roll your eyes.
“I’d like to see you try it.” You taunt him, knowing full well he’s a man of his word. What can you say? Rough Justin is a major turn on and with his dick fully solid and piercing your inner thigh, there isn’t much more you can take before you yourself explode from intense pleasure and excitement.
“Don’t get smart with me.” He growls and in one swift motion, you feel and hear a ripping sound echoing throughout the room causing you to gasp.
He, he just ripped your underwear. It was one of your favorites too. That jerk!
“Oh my god Justin you just…” But you swallow the rest of your words when he lifts his hand up, showing you the torn piece of cloth dangling between his fingertips. There’s a knowing glimmer in his eyes when you shoot him a nasty stare but he says nothing. He just tosses it aside before using his now free hand to slide your jersey up and over your head before he drops it onto the floor as well.
You’re now laying there, on the carpeted floor naked, waiting, and glaring at him with detest and longing. You’re pretty sure he has a good idea of what you’re thinking, because without instruction, he pulls you up and rolls the both of you over again. Pushing himself in a slightly sitting position, he fixes your legs on either side of his body before gripping your waist to pull you to sit on his lap. Dropping his hands, he props his elbows up on the edge of the sofa and rests back, eyeing you with a smirk on his face.
“Do your thing girl.” His tone is husky and sharp and you narrow your eyes at him in response. You can literally feel yourself dripping and you were looking forward to him fucking you till you couldn’t walk, but he obviously has other plans. He obviously wants you to take control which is rare. “Don’t just sit there babe…I’ll guide you if you want.” He teases before his broad hands find your waist again, caressing you softly there.
You roll your eyes and cast your vision south at his strained erection sandwiched between the two of you. When you hesitate to sit up and place his dick exactly where the both of you need it most, he sighs impatiently.
“I’m not looking to hurt you which is what will happen if I take over. You know how I can get and a month of built up tension is dangerous. You deserve to enjoy this so…I’m submitting myself to you.” He coos and you almost aw at him, realizing that he’s not fully sober since his eyes are still glossy and he seems hazed, but he’s trying to make things right, trying to please you and you smile lightly.
“I love you…even if you can be an ass…” You blurt out, but before he can respond, you crash your lips against his in a desperate kiss, not able to hold off any longer. You can feel the heat radiating underneath your skin, his hold on you, his touch feeling like prickles against your flesh as his fingers skim your back before pulling you in.
But it’s still amazing. He’s still everything you could ever ask for, and in the middle of your tongue battle, you dip one of your hands between your hot bodies and grip his dick tightly, causing him to hiss against your lips from the contact. Seating up from his lap slightly, you move yourself forward and place the head of his dick at your awaiting entrance, soaking and contracting before you slowly descend onto him. His length slides into you fluidly without a hitch and you gasp slightly at the sensation when the two of you mesh together perfectly.
Justin pulls away from you, sucking in air through his teeth before his head dips down and he gives both your nipples equal attention while you continue to slide down on top of him before your hips are almost molded together.
Arching your back, your mouth falls open slightly and you bring your hands to rest on his shoulders to give you leverage so you can sit up and then, without warning, you slam back down on him, this time eliciting a low growl from deep within him that sounds like music to your ears.
His large hands have a firm grip on your waist as you begin moving on top of him slowly, torturously. His tongue continues to slide and flick over your hardened nipples as you contract around him involuntarily. The sensations flowing through you are too much to bear. A month was too long and now that you’re here like this, you’re wondering how you were even able to hold off this long. Pulling up, you throw your head back before you drop down onto him again making a light smacking sound. His fingers are digging into your sides and you can hear the low hums of his approval from what you’re doing to him.
Pulling away from you, his dark blues lock onto your orbs and he has a light smirk on his face when you begin bouncing on top of him lightly as he holds you in place. His abs are constricting against you and your breasts are smoothly rubbing against his chest, increasing the friction and sensation.
Inhaling sharply when your speed slows down suddenly, Justin grips your butt from behind and lifts you up himself before pulling you back down unto him. Moaning in pure bliss, he shuts his eyes and you do the same, still holding unto his shoulders as you concentrate on his pulsing dick, filling you up just right, piercing through your slickness and hitting your sensitive spot causing your stomach to coil and uncoil.
Your breathing instantly deepens with each thrust he makes upwards to match yours. Your body feels like it’s on fire and you can already feel that dull ache in the pit of your stomach indicating your release is near.
Still guiding you on top of him, Justin lets out a grunt before he circles his arm around you to keep you in place and uses his other free hand to guide himself away from the couch. Adjusting his self, he slowly sinks down until he’s lying flat on his back on the floor with you straddling his waist as he remains buried inside of you.
Winking for you, he pulls you down and kisses your lips softly while propping up his knees until his feet are planted flat on the floor. Sliding his warm hands over your body and down to your hips, he grabs you there and without warning, he pulls almost all the way out of you before roughly slamming back into you causing a soft scream to escape you.
“Oh my god.” You gasp, your palms falling flat on the floor on either side of his head.
He smirks at you, his eyes cloudy from his intoxication, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continues thrusting into you, his pace fast and rigorous as he fucks you sweetly, causing your juices to flow out from his angle beneath you.
His hand slowly slides over to your ass as he keeps his steady pace of penetrating you over and over again. Gasping, your head snaps up and you glare as him when he begins smacking your butt cheeks lightly, his speed never once slowing down as his thickness continues to stretch your walls and drive you insane.
“Ugh, god Justin…” You moan.
“You like that?” He pants in a breathy whisper.
“Shit yes…” You force out, your body twitching on top of him when he smacks your ass harder this time.
“Yeah, you love that.” He says cockily.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes because he’s seriously working you on overtime now and your walls are conveniently responding by clamping down on him.
Both your bodies are laced with a light coat of sweat and you can feel every outlining and ridge of his body beneath yours as he continues pounding into you, completely taking over as he works on bringing you both over the edge.
“You’re so full of yourself.” You gasp, keeping your eyes locked unto his face, loving the pleasurable expressions he’s making as he continues grinding in and out of you.
“You love me like that.” He grunts before leaning up to capture your lips and you sigh against his kiss, your body heat rising by the second. Finally bringing your hands up, you try to push up on him and his hold on you loosens so you can lift up yourself some.
He’s staring at you intently now, his blues never leaving your face as his thrusts increase in intensity, his movements causing your butt cheeks to jiggle and bounce on top of him as your entire body begins to tremble like an earthquake.
“Uh shit, Justin I’m going to…”
“Me too babe.” He groans and your mouth gapes open when you feel your walls sucking him in as your release claims your body.
You begin writhing and your hands weaken and give way as you let go your bodyweight on top of him. His thrusts significantly slow down and you hear him let out a deep booming growl before his release overpowers him as well.
Circling his arms around your waist, Justin’s head finds the crook of your neck and he inhales deeply as his hips buck and twitch beneath you. Sighing, your feel your insides warm as he fills you, the both of you panting and gasping for air.
Breathing a sigh of relief as you ride out your orgasms, you finally gain enough strength to lift your head up so you can look at him. Moving your damp hair out of your face, you smile when he arches a brow at you.
“Hey there.” You whisper in amusement and his lips twitch into a bright smile.
“Hey yourself.” He whispers back and you giggle as you continue to stare at him. “Shit…” He groans in pain before arching his back slightly then relaxing again.
“What’s wrong?” You inquire with concern.
“My back hurts…hard fucking floor.” He snickers and you nod in agreement, laughing as well.
“Yeah well that’s what you get.” You add in for good measure and he scowls.
“You’re not still mad at me are you baby? Not after we just fucked on the living room floor.”
“You make it sound so…so dirty.” You whine.
“It’s a good kind of dirty. Besides I said I was sorry and I love you.” He retorts while wriggling his eyebrows and you snort before you move to get up but his grip around you tightens, keeping you in place.
“Hey! Let me up Justin.” You instruct but he shakes his head ‘no’ his stubborn side shining through again.
“Like I said, if I’m staying here, you’re staying with me.” He drawls and you smack his chest in irritation.
“You’re serious?”
“Uh huh, besides I’m going to need the evidence when I wake up in the morning on why my back is on fire.” He says in a baby like manner and you’re just glaring at him incredulously.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Yeah besides…” Pausing, he rolls you over so he’s hovering on top, nestled between your legs as he remains semi-hard inside of you. “The night isn’t done and neither am I. A month is a long ass time and I’m sorry for putting you through that baby. I don’t know how we even survived it.”
“Now you realize that.” You scoff, though you like this a little bit more than you probably should. You know you’ll most likely be sore when you wake up.
Laughing heartily, Justin shakes his head in agreement as his palm skims over your cheek lovingly. “Yeah, besides I could definitely go for round two to sweat out the rest of the toxins in my system.”
And honestly, you couldn’t agree with him more…
*The End*
