A/N: Just a head’s up; the scenario in this comes off as extremely unrealistic or something like that. But I needed something to work for what I have planned and this fit the bill. After all, it’s fiction :P Also, I apologise for the lack of dirty talk and rough sex!
A/N: Okay, so I wrote this over te course of, I don’t know, like, two months (don’t fucking judge me,) anyways, if there’s any major grammar mistakes, just tell me, I won’t be mad. It’s my fault for being lazy. lol.
“I hope it was worth it.”
The sound of skin smacking skin fills the room in one loud crack.
“I hope you understand how upset you made Niall, had the poor guy convinced you were tired of us.”
Another smack, and a loud mewl.
“I’m sorry, so, sosorry, j-just please–” he babbles, tugging at the belt digging into the olive skin of his wrists.
“I’d hate to be cliche, Zayn, but, bad boys get punished, and it seems you forgot who you belong to.” He says, compsed to completly contradicting the way he lands another solid smack on the pale skin of his ass, rubbing the dark pink imprint on his ass.