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The "F" Word

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ;)

Jason's Pov-

Groaning softly, i stretched my arms and opened my eyes to see Justin cuddled up to my side with his head burried in my neck. All i heard was his soft breathing and his warm breath on my neck. He must've been dreaming because he let out a soft whimper every once in awhile and cuddled closer to me, his hand tightening around my wrist. I didn't budge, i laid still watching him and his every move. I gently reached down to his face, placing my hand under his chin to lift his face up and laid it on my chest where he instantly cuddled up closer. I looked at his features- his long eyelashes, a few scattered freckles on his nose and cheeks which were barely visible unless you were close enough, his cute little nose and those pink, plump lips of his. A smirk crept up on my face as i watched him for a little while longer and lifted up my hand and genly rubbed his cheek where i previously punched him, softly caressing it with my thumb. Damn. I felt bad. What the fuck. I dont feel bad for anyone. He deserved it. He's Justin Bieber, a fucking millionare and has everything he wants and not to mention good looks. This fucker has it all. Spoiled ass brat. He deserves everything im going to put him through.

I watched as he moved around, stretching his arms and fluttering his eyes open. His hazel orbs met myn and instantly i felt soft, warm and had this weird feeling in me but i shook it off. He quickly scooted away from me, fear in his eyes and he softly muttered "I-im sorry." I couldn't help but smirk "for what?" He refused to look at me and he stuttered "for t-touching you. i-i didnt m-ean to. i-i was asleep a-and didnt know w-what i was d-doing." he shook his head and looked down. The smirk from my face didn't disappear and i lifted myself up and grabbed Justin by his hair and neared him to me. I heard him whimper in pain since my grip on his hair was tight and i looked at him directly in his eyes but he continued looking down. "Look at me," i commanded and instantly his eyes met myn. "Are you gay?" i spat in a low, harsh tone. His eyes looked sad and i noticed him about to say something but he stopped himself and shut his mouth, shaking his head no. I raised my eyebrow "really?" He gulped and nodded, not taking his eyes away from myn. "Don't fucking lie to me," i spat, tightening my grip on his hair, making him wince in pain. "Now i'll ask you one more fucking time. Are you gay?" His skin tone became a faint color and i could tell he was emberassed and it took him awhile but he finally said "i-i dont know.. i-i d-dont think s-so," he managed to say. A grin crept up on my face and i let go of his hair and got ontop of him, towering over him. "How do you not know huh? Do you like dick or not?" His body shook under myn as i traced my finger down his jawline and neck where i lowered my head to his neck, where i left a soft, wet kiss. I did it again, and again not being compeltley aware of what i was doing. I felt his body tense up, and his breathing become heavily when i began sucking behind his ear. I wanted him to moan, thats what i wanted. I wanted to hear this spoiled ass moan because of me, i need to hear him. I heard his breath hitch, and i knew he was holding back a moan, i just knew it. I made my way down his neck, exposing my tongue down his sweet spot. He let out a soft, sweet moan and he tilted his head, signalling for me to keep going. I grinned and stopped, sititng up and grabbing him by the throat "You fucking fag. What the fuck is wrong with you?" i angrily spat, punching him square in the jaw. Letting go of his throat, i smirked when i saw blood running down his jaw "perfect," i mumbled.

Justins Pov-

The way his mouth felt against my neck, his warm, wet tongue licking my sweet spot. I couldn't help it. I moaned, enjoying every second of it and wanted him to keep going. Yeah, i am gay i guess. I've never been with a guy before.. never even thought twice about liking guys. But this fucking murder? No i dont llike him either.. I can't like him. He's playing tricks on me i know he is. He wants to fucking kill me.. thats all he wants.

He grabbed me by my throat and before i knew it, he punched me. again. I gasped for air not being able to breath until he let go of my throat and there it was- my blood. again. dripping down my jaw and down my neck. A tear rolled down my cheek once i grabbed my cheek softly, and that word he called me.. it hit me just as bad. "fag." As i began crying, i felt him get up and grab me by my arm, yanking me into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Shut the fuck up," he yelled making me jump. And i stopped. I managed to stop crying and he pulled me to the sink where he cleaned up my face with a warm towlet. I winced at his touch and didn't want it anymore. He kept on staring at me and i stared back, expressionless. He had a large grin on his face once he said "take off your clothes." I immeadetly shook my head no since i didn't want to. I was scared. Fuck no. "p-please dont d-do this." i managed to softly whimper and i felt more tears coming down my cheeks. I heard him sigh in anger and slam his fist on the sink. I shook in fear and he yelled "i said take off your fucking clothes!" So with that, i took my shirt off and pants, refusing to look at him. As i was about to slide off my boxers, he stopped me by placing his hand on my arm "leave the boxers on," he mumbled softly. I quickly nodded, in relief and slowly looked up to see him turn the shower on and he removed everything besides his boxers. He grabbed me by my arm and yanked me into the shower with him.

He placed me in front of him, under the water where he let me wash my hair and use a bar of soap to clean myself off. I tried to keep my distance from him, not daring looking back at him, but he had his grip on me the whole time. I looked down once i finished and waited for him to finish so we could get out and i felt his hand squeeze my butt. I jumped but didn't look back at him, and heard him whisper in my ear from behind "you've got a pretty nice looking ass, Bieber," he murmed in that raspy voice of his. He grabbed my arm and turned me around facing him. I noticed he was looking down.. down at my crotch. We were all wet, in only our boxers so obviously you could pretty much see the entire outline of my dick. Fuck. I saw him lick his lips and he neared closer to me, placing me up against the wall, our chests touching. I began to breath heavily once i felt his dick against myn and i bit down on my lip, not wanting to let out another sound. He grabbed me by my chin and made me look at him. He was smirking, like always, and his eyebrows furrowed "I'm gonna make you feel good Bieber. Im gonna make you feel things you've never felt before." he sternly said, but more in a seductive voice. Before i could say anything, i felt him moving his hips, his crotch against myn causing friction. I couldn't resist and laid my head back on the shower wall, closing my eyes, taking the feeling in. I didn't want him to stop but i didn't want him to keep going either. I was scared.. scared of him but i'll admit i like the feeling.

He kept on going, moving his hips faster, casuing both of us to start panting. I couldn't take it, it was driving me insane. Instantly, i got a hard on and the more he kept on moving himself up agianst it i let out a loud groan. This seemed to satisfy him, as he groaned back while begining to suck on my neck, speeding up the pace. "Mmmm," he moaned in my ear and thats all it took for me to cum. My body tensed and my back arched, as i let out a loud, long moan of intense pleasure and slowly began to catch my breath only to be met with Jason's hand around my throat once again. "Don't ever fucking do that again!" he yelled, holding me up against the wall as i struggled to breath. He neared in towards my ear as i tried to suck in any air that i could, but his grip became tighter the more i struggled. His hot breath fanned my ear as i heard him whisper "You're my new favorite toy,"