Zarry One-Shots

Harry's Punishment

Note: This one isn't mine. I found some really good fanfics on AO3 (a friend recommended them) so I'm going to post them here so y'all can enjoy them too :)

Originally written by @Stylinson_Syndrome (from AO3)

Summary:

"Now," Zayn's voice boomed throughout the room, stern but dangerously calm. "Tell me what you did for you to be in this position."

"I...I went into the.." Harry whimpered from the paddle that was rubbing in a circular motion on his bum. "I w-went into the p-play-playroom without y-your permi-ssion, Master."

Category: Smut (duh)

Dedicated to: ZheaStylik happily_zarrie MayeshaMojumder and liveforzarry

Third person's POV:

"Seven...Seventeen.." Harry's voice was already broken as Zayn gave him another hard smack with the paddle.

"E-eighteen..." He managed to croak out. Harry was on the bed, on all fours. His hands were handcuffed behind his back and his nipples were sore from the nipple clamps.

"Now," Zayn's voice boomed throughout the room, stern but dangerously calm. "Tell me what you did for you to be in this position."

"I...I went into the.." Harry whimpered from the paddle that was rubbing in a circular motion on his bum. "I w-went into the p-play-playroom without y-your permi-ssion, Master."

Zayn delivered another smack on the whimpering boy's sit spot, making the boy softly gasp. "Nine-nineteen."

"You did, what do you have to say about yourself?" Zayn practically growling at the curly headed boy. "I-I'm sorry, p-please. I was j-just curious and I d-didn't mean t-to!"

The younger boy was begging for forgiveness but Zayn, he did not tolerate it as he delivered the hardest smack to Harry's sit spot, knowing he would be able to feel it later. "Silence!" His voice was sharp, and was screaming dominance. Harry tried his best to quieten down, however, his sobs were still escaping from his mouth from that particular painful smack.

"Baby," Zayn said, a word which is meant to be caring towards someone was rough and sarcastic from Zayn's mouth. "Remember what you were holding when you got caught?" Zayn tapped the paddle continuously on Harry's bum, it wasn't hard enough to be called a spank, but it was definitely hurting and making Harry uncomfortable.

Harry shook his head violently, he knew what he was holding, and he knew what Zayn was going to do next, and he definitely doesn't want it to happen.

"You don't?" Zayn asked sarcastically. Zayn handed the handle of the paddle to Harry's cuffed hands, ordering him to hold it. Harry could see Zayn move in front of him, taking hold of a  6-inch black buttplug with a fluffy, long kitty's tail.

"M-master.." Harry whimpered, only to be delivered by a smack to his face. Zayn grabbed Harry's chin roughly and gave him a not-at-all gentle kiss. Zayn took the buttplug back to the other side of the bed.

Before Harry could comprehend, the dry buttplug was resting on his ass hole. "Do bad boys deserve lube or prep?" Zayn's voice was cold.

"Zayn wouldn't..." Harry thought, he knew his master knew better that that, he was the only person who knew about his past. He couldn't handle no prep or lube, but now Zayn was threatening both.