I am sorry to announce that I will no longer be writing stories on this blog. At least for the time being, I do not consider my self a fan of Justin and Selena’s relationship together. That may change in the future but as of right now, I do not feel that I could accurately portray their relationship in my writing. 

I will keep the blog open and the stories I have written in the past will continue to be available to read. I will check my ask box periodically if you have any questions. 

I truly appreciate all of the love and support that this blog has given me. I had so much fun writing and interacting with you all. Again, thank you so much. 

If you are still interested in my writing, you are more than welcome to head to this link : http://babyineedyourlovin.tumblr.com/

I will be posting stories about Selena and the people in her life (past, present, and future). Requests and comments are appreciated and I hope to hear from you! 

Love and thanks,

- Di 

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“This sucks,” Justin muttered.

“What sucks babe?” Selena wondered, scrolling through her phone and smiling at the messages she had received.

“You’re birthday,” he answered dully. 

“My birthday sucks?” Selena raised an eyebrow skeptically. 

“You’re 20 now. Which means that you’re two years older than me again,” he grumbled, falling back into a heap of pillows. Selena bounced towards him on the bed, snuggling into the blankets and grinning in amusement.

“I’m technically not any older than you now than I was 2 hours ago,” she laughed, glancing at the digital clock next to the bed that flashed 2AM in bright neon numbers. 

“But it seems like you are. I’m a teenager and you’re in your twenties now,” he noted sourly. 

“I know. I’m such a cougar,” she rolled her eyes playfully before poking his stomach. He batted her hand away grumpily and she sighed in defeat. Rolling onto her back, she scooted away from him slightly but picked up his hand and loosely laced their fingers together. “Why are you letting this bother you?” she wondered.

“I just wish I was older than you,” he shrugged.

“Why? So you could protect my poor helpless female self from the big bad world?” she snapped sarcastically, pinching the skin of his hand slightly. He let out a breath in annoyance but continued to squeeze her hand securely in his own. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, pouting stubbornly. 

“I thought you liked dating an older woman?” she mentioned in exasperation. 

“I do,” he agreed.

“Then what’s the problem weirdo?” she sighed, raising their joint hands before letting them drop back onto the bed dramatically. 

“I don’t know,” he groaned. He scooted up the bed and propped himself into a sitting position. Selena followed in suit and rested her head against the wall. “Maybe I’m just old fashioned but I always thought that I would be older than the girl I was with. And taller…” he added, glaring at his own legs harshly. 

“Well welcome to the twenty first century Jay. Did you know that woman are even aloud to have jobs and vote now?” she gasped sarcastically. 

“I’m not sexist. I’m just saying that sometimes it would be nice if I could like, take care or your or whatever,” he looked away awkwardly. Selena chuckled under her breath and slid closer to him. She cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her.

“You’re an idiot,” she shook her head.

“Thanks…” he  rolled his eyes.

“You do take care of me dummy. Even before we started dating, when you had hair in your eyes and looked about 12, you still took care of me and made me feel safe and comfortable. That kind of thing has nothing to do with age,” she explained carefully. He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off and continued. “And by the way, you are taller than me now,” she snapped. 

“I know,” he exhaled a long breath, letting his shoulder relax. “I know. I’m being stupid,” he continued.

“You really are,” she nodded enthusiastically. 

“You’re getting meaner in your old age,”  he teased, bumping her shoulder with his own. 

“I’m old and cranky,” she agreed. 

“Lucky for you, I have a thing for hot older woman,” he grinned.

“You just said that you hated that I was in my twenties now,” she exclaimed, her eyes widening.

“Us teenagers are moody. We can never make up our minds,” he shrugged, a small smile fighting its way to his lips. “You probably forget what that’s like,” he added.

“Right. Cause my teen years were so long ago,” she giggled. 

“You’re practically ancient,” he nodded.

“Mhm. I’m probably too old and fragile to be having sex anymore,” she mused playfully. “I could break a hip,” she added, snorting at the look on Justin’s face.

“Uh, you know, I think you still have a few good years left in you. In fact, I think woman hit their sexual peak in their twenties,” he decided casually, ducking his head to kiss the space between her shoulder and neck.

“Did you read that in Cosmo magazine?” she laughed, tilting her head and letting him trail kisses along her skin.

“The one with you on the cover,” he spoke against her neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail.

“Right…” she rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I bought that magazine!” he defended.

“Okay, but you did not read any of it,” she argued.

“Well, not really in the conventional sense,” he relented, lifting his head and kissing the corner of her mouth. “I did look at the pictures though,” he smiled against her cheek.

“I’m sure you did,” she chuckled. 

“You looked sexy. You always look sexy,” he muttered, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment.

“Perks of dating and older woman,” she breathed before kissing him soundly. 

“Dating an older woman is awesome,” he muttered between kisses, causing her to laugh softly before burying a hand in his hair and tugging him closer. 

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July 22nd is just a day. It’s no different than any other day.  But it is different because time is measured and labels are placed. Moments are marked and emotional connections are formed. Having sex on Selena’s birthday should feel the same as any other day. But it feels special. She feels cherished and more than whole. More than complete. 

Her eyes stay open the entire time, never snapping shut with a gasp or a groan. She watches him watch her, she watches every second and every movement. She takes in his touch, letting it press through her skin and into her bones, settling there forever.  

His fingers ghost up her back, raising goose bumps in a wave from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. Her heart hammers the static, jumbled beat that has always been just his. Only his. She blushes because she knows he’s watching her. His fingers find her hair, and a knot in turn, and she winces with the pull against her scalp. He pauses to remove his fingers and tries again. His palm is warm and comfortable against her head, and he uses it to lead her thin body toward him. Her mouth angles easily against his own with practiced intimacy. They have a rhythm, they know every in and out of each other’s bodies.  

His lips are hot, wet, and taste like her own. It thrills her to know that he tastes like her, to know that she’s all over him in every way. The same way that he’s inside of her, deep in her veins and racing through her blood. He pulls her, rolls her, and positions her comfortably. When she is laid out before him he smiles warmly down at her, as if he’s the one celebrating his birthday and she is his gift. The heat is already building inside of her core, curling in her stomach slowly.

He takes his time with her, tickling and teasing. His actions are pointed, aiming to make her laugh or sigh, aiming to hear her moan or breath thickly against the syllables of his name. He sinks into her when she shudders, covering her body with his own and letting her shiver run through him as well. 

He whispers “happy birthday baby,” against her skin, but it feels like he’s really saying, “I’ll love you forever”. 

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