Motionless In White Oneshots

Hatefuck ~JustinxSpencer~ (S)

"Don't you dare blame me, you ruined us when you let him touch you." Spencer screamed, flipping over a side table, tears falling down his face.

Justin sighed, watching his ex-boyfriend breakdown. He felt unbelievably guilty for the entire situation. He hated himself for cheating, but Chris was just a one-night stand, he never meant for it to go this far. "We were on a break, I was so stressed with touring and needed something. Chris just happened to be at the right place at the right time."

Spencer shook his head, throwing the hoodie Justin had brought him on their third anniversary, to the floor. "Don't say his name, I can't bare it."

"Baby," Justin spoke in the softest voice he could muster, stepping towards the gorgeous boy, holding his hips. Spencer couldn't help but tense up, though he never pushed the other away. "It's you I want. It's always been you. No one compares to you, baby girl."

Spencer growled, though he couldn't help but feel weirdly safe at the pet name, something Justin had always done to comfort the boy. His hands grabbed at Justin's button up shirt, balling the fabric in his hands. "Doesn't change the fact you fucked that slut. You couldn't have waited for me? A few days!? I gave you everything and you were inside that bitch."

Justin didn't know what to say, so he gently pushed Spencer against the living room wall, kissing him softly, his hands stroking the boy's hips.

Spencer gasped into the kiss, punching at Justin's chest, causing him to grab the boy's wrists, pinning them either side of his head and pulling away from the kiss to look over Spencer's perfect, yet tear stained face. "I fucking hate you."

"I hate you too," Justin copied, feeling Spencer's 'little friend' rest against his thigh. "Aww, baby, are you enjoying this? You always liked me pinning your pretty little body down, didn't you, baby?"

Spencer couldn't lie and say he wasn't turned on, he didn't love Justin like he used to, but he was still lustful for the dominant boy. "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me so hard you forget that slut ever touched what's mine."

Justin didn't have to hear anything else as he pulled Spencer's jeans off, kicking his shoes to the side. Spencer naturally submitted to the taller, kissing at his neck.

Justin easily threw Spencer's tiny body over his shoulder, carrying the boy to his bedroom. Spencer clung to the taller, pulling at his bleached hair as Justin locked the bedroom door.

Laying the boy on the bed, Justin removed his clothes and the rest of Spencer's, leaving the two completely naked, their raging erections all too obvious.

Justin straddled the boy's upper body, grabbing a fistful of his ex's hair, shoving his cock into the others mouth. Spencer never once gagged as his throat had been trained when the two were together. Pushing in further, Justin hit the back of the boy's throat, letting out a little gasp from the warmness of Spencer's mouth.

Tangling his fingers in the others hair, Justin rocked Spencer's head back and force, slipping down his throat every so often. Spit fell from the corners of Spencer's mouth, but he never once tapped out, he wanted this as much as Justin did.

After a few minutes of fucking the boy's mouth, Justin pulled away, hungrily kissing his ex, spit and pre-cum mixing on their tongues. Catching his breath, Spencer pulled Justin's fingers to his mouth, sucking on them like a lollipop. Justin took the hint, climbing between Spencer's legs, feeling the boy wrap them around his waist, locking him place.

Justin grabbed the base of his cock as he lined up with the boy, gently pushing the tip inside Spencer's tight hole. Earning a loud whimper, Justin continued, feeling the boy stretch around his thick length. Once fully inside, Justin pulled out until just the tip before slamming back in, not caring as Spencer whimpered in pain. He knew Spencer would stop him if it became too much.

Continuing his movements, Justin sped up, searching for the boy's prostate, ignoring as Spencer scratched down his back. "You're more sensitive than usual, baby." Justin groaned, feeling blood drip down his back.

"Feels so good, daddy." Spencer spoke between moans, pushing his fingers into Justin's mouth, letting the dominant taste his own blood. "Love when you use me as your little toy."

Satisfied with the answer he got, Justin sped up, fucking Spencer deeper as one hand wrapped around his throat, his other tracing his name carved into the boy's thigh. "Such a whore, my pretty little bitch."

"All yours, daddy! Please give it to me."

Complying to his wishes, Justin shifted slightly, gaining a loud scream from the bottom. "Found it," he whispered, squeezing his hand around Spencer's neck. "Not had anyone inside you for a while, have you, bitch?"

"N-no, daddy...only ever w-wanted your cock." Spencer whimpered out, his body completely submitting to the cheater. "So deep inside me, daddy."

Justin squeezed Spencer's freshly shaven thighs, obsessed with how smooth they were. He couldn't get enough. Keeping up his pace, Justin felt a familiar feeling in his lower stomach, his thrusts slammer deeper each time. "Fuck, baby, I'm close. Please let me cum inside."

Spencer squeezed around Justin, trying to keep him inside. "Fill me, daddy. Empty y-your load in my slutty hole..."

Not needing to hear another plea, Justin stalled, gasping as he finally came inside his whore again. Sweat dripping from his body and hair sticking to his forehead, Justin's knees buckled underneath him, sending him falling in Spencer's smaller body. Staying in their current position, Spencer grabbed Justin's wrist, wrapping the boys hand around his aching cock, slowly helping the boy to jerk himself off.

Using his free hand, Spencer grabbed the dominants jaw, pulling their lips together, chasing his own orgasm. After a few minutes, Justin took back control, speeding up his hand on Spencer's cock, kissing him deeply. He wanted to see the boy cum, he craved it.

Spencer couldn't help but moan like the whore he was as he finally came over Justin's hand and his own chest. "Oh, baby. You're such a mess." Justin smirked as he gently pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from Spencer's stretched hole.

"Don't think I've forgiven you," Spencer spoke as he pushed Justin off his tiny body and climbing out of bed, pulling his clothes back on, not caring that he was covered in cum. "Feel free to go back to that slut when you want a cheap fuck. We will never be a thing again."

Justin's mouth laid open, his eyes filling with tears. "I love you..."

Spencer snickered as he pulled his shoes on. "Good. You cheated on me."

"You said I'm the only one you want. You called me 'daddy'!" Justin cried, his cheeks now a bright red as he watched the boy pull his jacket on.

"You think this meant anything? Wow, you're even more stupid than I thought. I just wanted some dick, you just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"I love you!" Justin repeated, this time louder.

Again, Spencer laughed as he unlocked the door. "Think of this as a hatefuck, daddy." And with that, Spencer walked out, leaving Justin to pity himself.