Thread: Opposite Hearts.

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Originally Posted by lovejustinsswag

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Originally Posted by BelieveSwagg

now?

Well when u get a chance(:

Originally Posted by lovejustinsswag

Well when u get a chance(:

ha ha. I shall start on it now [: xx

Chapter 6
Taylor

I had never had a first kiss.*

For me sharing it with a popstar, was.. well, an honour. Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the fact that he was famous make it a hell of a lot more romantic and special? Because it was. Or maybe that was just my nerves. All I know for sure is that it made my skin crawl.*

He surely knew what he was doing. As soon as his full, plump lips met mine, they'd instantly started moving. I sat there, not knowing what I was doing. Was I supposed to move my lips? What about my tongue? After a minute or two of me sitting there like a major doofus, he pulled away. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't know that you didn't want that."

"I wanted that," I said sheepishly.*

"But you didn't kiss back," he said.*

"Maybe I should go.." I said that to avoid terrible major embarrassment. I stood up and started towards his bedroom for my dress.

"What? No, please don't go." He grabbed my wrist lightly and looked me in the eye. "What's the real reason you didn't kiss back?" I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.*

"Promise you won't make fun?"

"No," he said.

"Justin," I whined. "Seriously."

"Fine. I promise," he said.*

"I don't know how to kiss," I mumbled, looking down.*

"That's it?"*

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.*

"I can help you. Come on," he said. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the couch. "Okay. You want to know how to make out or just kiss?"*

I was speechless. How do I respond? Oh, yeah, Justin. I want to know how to sloppy kiss make out with people? No. I just gaped at him, not knowing what to do.*

"We'll start off slow," he said. I nodded and waited. He closed his eyes and I did too, and then I felt his lips on mine. "Now just move your lips like mine," he mumbled against me, tickling my jaw.*

I swallowed nervously and copied his movements. I hoped and prayed that I was doing it right. He pulled away so I opened my eyes. He blinked and turned to me, sitting crisscross. I was on my knees, so scared and confused. "Like that?" I asked.*

"You're very good at that," he said. I nodded and looked at the ground, then glanced back at him. "Now, what I'm about to do, don't freak out." My heart beat quickened.*

He closed his eyes and I mimicked him. He brought his lips to mine once again, doing the same thing as before. We were kissing, and it was great. It felt like there were butterflies in my stomach. I began wondering why he told me not to freak out. He wasn't doing anything - Whoa. He had slipped his tongue out of his lips and was trying to push mine apart. I pulled away from him and touched my lips with my fingertips.*

"What was that?" I asked. "What were you doing?"*

"I told you not to freak out. That was me starting to make out," he said. "If you want to stop, that's okay, too-"

"No! I need to learn. And I kinda like you," I said.*

"You do? I like you, too," he said.*
*
"Keep going," I said. I gulped and he nodded.*

I closed my eyes and his lips found mine again. We went through the same thing. When his tongue touched my lip, though, I stiffened. He squeezed my hand and I found myself relaxing. His tongue swarmed my mouth, exploring every inch. "Now, just let your tongue into my mouth," he mumbled. I held back. "Go on." I gulped again, and I pushed my tongue forward. I did what he did and it wasn't so bad. It was almost, beautiful. His tongue danced with mine, and I deepened the kiss, pulling myself closer to him.*

He pushed me down onto my back on the couch and continue to kiss me. I felt a bulge in his pants. I gasped. "Justin.."

"Yeah?"*

"You're... hard," I stammered.*

"Yeah, baby. I know," he said. I pushed my lips back onto his and*our tongues battled for dominance. He won. He pushed his lower region closer to mine, making me moan in pleasure. I took my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist, to which I tightened the grip. He snaked his hands to the small of my back, and hoisted me up so he was holding me. We hadn't removed our lips.

He carried me into his bedroom and closed the door, snapping me into reality. Was I going to take it this far? Should I end it? I pulled my lips away and looked at his expression; shock. "Justin," I breathed.

"Yes, Taylor?" he huffed. We were standing - me in his arms, him standing - in the middle of the room, with my legs around his body. "Do you want to do this?"

"I don't know. I haven't done it before." I shook my head, breathing heavily.

"I'll only do it if you're ready," he said. I looked him in the eye and nibbled on my lip. I slowly nodded, not sure what I was thinking. He licked his lips and kissed me. He walked over to the bed and pushed me down. He hovered over me, kissing down my chin and my neck. His lips found my ear and it felt incredible. He slightly nipped at it and moved behind my ear, to which I moaned. "Found it," he murmured.

I pulled him by his neck and locked lips with him. He fell on top of me, putting all his weight on my stomach. I choked on air, because he was.. well, suffocating me. He noticed and flipped us over so I was on top of him. I smirked and laid on top, kissing him hungrily. I put my hands on his chest - his 'pecks' - and bit my bottom lip. He looked at me confused and I gulped. I hesitated, but grabbed the bottom of the shirt I borrowed and pulled it over my head. I was now in gigantor basketball shorts, and my strapless tan bra. His eyes bulged out of his head.

"Are you sure?" he asked one last time.

"Positive," I said. I pressed my lips to his once more and ignored the 'Danger!' signs flashing in my brain.

He flipped us once again, so he was hovering over me. He slipped his shirt off and I looked in awe. He was so toned, and fit. He had large, unnoticeable abs. You couldn't see them when he had a shirt on, but they were there. He smirked and kissed me. I could feel him tugging at the waist band of my shorts. I sighed and let him take them off. I was now in my bra, and, lucky for him, lacy pink panties. "Taylor.."

"Yeah?" I mumbled into his chest.

"One last time, do you really want to do this?" he asked. Did I? No!

"Yes," I said absentmindedly. What was I thinking? Oh, yeah. I wasn't. He pushed his lips onto mine and pulled off his sweats. "But... Justin?"

"Yes?"

"I don't know at all what I'm doing. Can you help me?" I asked. I was so pathetic, inexperienced, a virgin.

"Of course. I know exactly what goes down."

So he's done it a lot?!

I nodded and he kissed my lips, my jaw, my cheek, then he went to behind my ear again. As soon as he started sucking it, I couldn't contain myself. "Oh, Justin," I moaned. He smiled and moved down to my neck, sucking and biting. "Oh my word!" He kissed where he'd bit and started moving lower. He kissed my chest, my cleavage line, then down my stomach. He stopped at my underwear and looked up at me. I nodded and held my breath.

He pulled my panties down and started kissing all around that area. "Mm," he mumbled. I bit my lip and pulled his hair, and his eyes met mine. I kissed him. I felt him pull off his boxers and thought, This is it. I'm scared outta my pants, literally, but this is it. He put his hands on my waist. Did I dare look at it? I glanced down and gasped. It was big, and weird, and scary. I agreed to this.

He looked at me with his killer brown eyes and I was hypnotized. I almost missed the words that cane from his mouth. "This might hurt," he said. I closed my eyes and waited. He thrusted himself into me and I screamed. I didn't know whether it hurt more, or felt better. Tears were falling down my face but he kissed them away. "It's okay, baby."

"Mhm," I said. He started going in a steady beat, slow and pleasureful. "Ju-u-ustin.."

"Good?" he smiled. I tilted my head back and squealed.

"Faster, Justin. Faster!" I blurted. He did and I was moaning all night.

* * *

I opened my eyes and blinked. The sun poured into my bedroom.. wait. That wasn't my bedroom! I closed my eyes and remembered. Justin Bieber and I... had... sэx? No. No, no, no, no, no. I looked to my left.

His hair was matted and stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were closed. His breathing was peaceful. He was on his side and facing me. I looked under the sheets and saw I only had my bra on. He has boxers. I scooted closer to him and brushed the hair from his eyes. "Justin," I whispered.

A mere mumble.

"Justin," I sang. His eyes fluttered open and the dazzling brown blinded me. He smiled and wrapped his one arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I breathed him in. He smelled like axe, and pine, plus mint. He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes. "Grams!"

I pulled away and he jumped, startled. "No, I'm Justin," he said.

"No, no. My grandma. Oh my god, Justin. She's going to kill me," I said. I buried my head in my hands and sighed.

"Taylor," he purred. I looked up at him and he grabbed my hand. "It'll be okay."

And at that moment, I actually believed him.

steameehh.

well i guess she knows how to do it now(; lol her first kiss turned into having sex with Justin Bieber lol(; update(:

Originally Posted by lovejustinsswag

well i guess she knows how to do it now(; lol her first kiss turned into having sex with Justin Bieber lol(; update(:

omg, hahahaha. maybe an update later tonight, or tomorrow. I have to keep up with my other stories :{

Chapter 7
Taylor

"Let's talk about sex."

I couldn't believe my ears. As soon as I told my grandma the truth as to why I wasn't home last night, I hear those words. "You know, grams, I'd much rather have a punishment -"

"This is your punishment," she chuckled. I sighed and sat on my legs on my bed. She sat on my computer chair and faced me. "Sex.."

"Erm," I mumbled.

"Taylor, sex is a beautiful thing. I just hope you did it with someone you love and care deeply for," she said sternly.

"Um, you could say that.."

"Who was it with, anyhow?"

"I can't tell you," I said.

"Well, why not?" she laughed.

"Because.."

"Tell me."

"Grams.."

"Taylor..." she mocked.

"It's kind of like, confidential, I think," I said. Then, the phone in my room rang. My grandma answered it. I could hear the words from where I was laying.

"What did you and Justin do last night, bit.ch?" a voice that I knew belonged to Alissa.

"It's for you," Grams said, pushing the phone over to me. My grandma's freakishly laid back. It scares me...

"Hello?" I said.

"Bit.ch, you tell me what the hell happened after prom," she said.

"No - Nothing happened."

"Don't lie to me. I saw you get in his car with him," Alissa sneered.

"So, you're stalking us now, hm?"

"No. Don't change the subject. Did you go to his house?" she asked.

"It's a hotel room, and yes."

"Did you kiss?" she asked.

"Why do you care?!" I yelled. My grandmother looked up in shock. I smiled.

"Because I'll tell the world on Facebook, you rotten, conniving bit.ch," she said.

"Okay, listen. It's none of your business what happened last night, but if you really want to know, we didn't do anything. We just watched a movie and hung out!" I screeched, before hanging up. Grams took the phone from me and hung it up.

"So, who's Justin?" she asked.

"He's Justin Bieber, grams."

"Oh, yeah? Okay.."

"Seriously. That's whose phone I called from. Do you have that number?" I asked. She nodded and looked through her cell phone. Yes, my grandmother has a cell phone and I do not.

I grabbed my phone again and dialed the number. After a few rings, he answered.

"Joe's hoe shop, you got the dough, we got the hoe. May I ask who's calling?" he said. Grams looked at me unapprovingly.

"Hi, Justin. It's Taylor. My grandmother is in the room," I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Oh, snap. Sorry, Taylor's grandma!" he said. I giggled and shook my head.

"She doesn't believe that you're the Biebs."

"I am. I'm flesh and blood," he said proudly.

"I don't believe it still," Grams said. I groaned.

"Sing for her, Justin," I said.

"Sing? Okay.." He started to sing the most popular song, Baby.

"Whoa. It's actually you," Grams said.

"Okay, thanks, Justin. Muah!" I said. He hung up and I laid on my bed.

"So.. Sex is a beautiful thing that many people have to show their love towards one another. The most important thing, however, is that you should be protected. Were you, Taylor?" she asked.

I racked my brain panically. My heart stopped. "No," I whispered. Grams' eyes went wide and she looked at me. "Oh my.." I hugged my knees and started crying. "I'm going to kill him!" I said.

"It's going to be okay, Taylor. Don't worry, sweetheart." I shook my head and stood up. I stormed out in my bare feet, short pajama shorts, and black tank. "Taylor? Where are you going?"

"To kill Justin." I got on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could. The bicycle pedals stabbed my feet in a painful manner, but I ignored it. I rode through town aimlessly, looking for the unfamiliar hotel. "Justin.. Where the f.uck are you?" I muttered.

Then, the hotel came to view. I recognized it by the beautiful willow trees. I threw my bike into the bushes and stormed into the hotel. I walked straight up to the elevator. "Excuse me, miss. You have to check in," a man said.

"Do you not remember me? I came here last night with the d.ick Justin Bieber. I had on a blue dress? I left this morning.." I said.

"Oh, yes, miss. My greatest apologies," he said then backed off.

I got on the elevator and clicked the eighth floor. I remembered everything. Thank god I remembered the room number. I tapped my foot impatiently until the door singed. I jumped out and walked up to room 6. I banged on the door repeatedly, until it opened. A scrawny guy, who I had never seen before opened the door. "Can I help you -"

I pushed past him and into the living area. There he was, so perfectly. He was sitting on the couch next to a beautiful woman with his eyes. Across from him on the love seat was the large black man, who I'd learned was named Kenny. Then there was a guy in a dining room chair. "Taylor..-"

"Justin, did you use protection last night?" I said. My voice was strong - which was something I hadn'f thought possible at a time like this.

He looked up, thinking, and I crossed my arms. The woman next to him was shocked, looking from him to me, him to me. "Yes, wait.. no."

"Oh my god," I said. He stood up and in front of me. He tried to pull me into a hug, but I pushed him away. "What if I'm like, pregnant or something, Justin?"

"Then that would suck?" I blinked at him.

"You're unbelievable.."

"Excuse me," the woman said, stepping to the right of us. "Did you say pregnant?"

"Yes. Are you his mother?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you gave birth to an idiot," I said. She gasped, and sat back down. "Don't call me, Bieber. Anything that I felt, that you felt, last night, was stupid. Bye." I turned and started walking.

"You know what? You can't act like a bit.ch because you didn't remind me of it," he said. I turned on my heel and ran towards him. I tackled him to the ground and started smacking him. "Get off, Taylor. What the hell?"

Kenny scrambled to me and pried me off of him. A line of cuss words fell out of my mouth towards him, and all the while, Kenny and the scrawny guy were trying to pull me away. I escaped their grip and slapped Justin across his cheek one more time. "You cannot blame this on me, Justin. Fuc.king d.ick," I screamed. Kenny and the other guy dragged me out of the room and threw me out. I dropped to my knees and bawled my eyes out.

Then the door opened...

Fiesty (;

Chapter 8
Justin

I pushed the door open and gasped. There she was, on the floor in a heap. I felt terrible. I shouldn't have blamed her, or called her a bit.ch. This girl, she's got me falling. It's hard to believe after one night, but she's the sweetest thing I'd ever met. Not to mention the fact that she's utterly beautiful and flawless in every way possible.*

She looked up at me with those eyes, and I turned into a Bieber puddle. My father told me that he fell into a Bieber puddle when he first met my mom. Now they're divorced... nice.*

"What the hell do you want?" she asked. I sighed and sat next to her on the floor. She had tears streaming down her toned cheekbones by the second.*

"I'm sorry," I said and looked her in the eye. Her lips quivered and she looked away.*

"No, you're not," she said. I took her hand in mine and rubbed her palm with my thumb.*

"I am. I'm sorry that I blamed you, and said harsh names. I'm sorry that I didn't use protection. You're not pregnant, I guarantee. I'm sorry. Please, please forgive me," I begged. She looked at our hands and then at me.*

"You're right. The chances of me actually getting pregnant are unlikely in my part. I forgive you," she said. I tried to fight back my smile, but I couldn't. I stood up and pulled her up with me. She giggled and smiled. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and brought her lips to mine.*

"Whoa, sorry, JB. You're mom and Scooter were asking about you. Sorry to ruin your moment," Ryan said. I pulled away from her sweet lips and glared at him. He chuckled nervously and stuck his hands in his pockets.*

"As.s," I murmured. He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. In the meantime, Taylor was wrapped in my arm and was watching us.*

"Look," she said suddenly, filling the silence, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to be a total bit.ch."*

Ryan looked at her and blinked, then ran his fingers through his little quiff. After that, he bursted into laughter. "You were amazing," he said. She looked at him with a confused expression on her face and he just giggled. "You totally whooped JB's a'ss."*

She blushed and laughed lightly along with him. "Yeah, I guess I did," she smiled and shook her head. I could feel my cheeks boiling, and knew I was 'blushing'.*

I just started to lead her into the hotel room. "Nooo, Justin," she said. "I'm not meeting your mom after that."*

"She'll love you, come on," I said. She shook her head and pulled away from me.*

"Um, no. I'll see you later or something. I have to at least get out of my pajamas," she said. I laughed and nodded. She ran off to the elevator, and got on, sending one last wave to me. I slumped against the doorframe and sighed.*

"You like her a lot, huh?" Ryan asked. I nodded and walked back into the*hotel room.

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