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Zayn Malik for Paper Magazine

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zahid felt a sensation inside of him SOAR as his ever famous nickname choked itself out of sebastian’s lips, only empowering the control he already had over the situation. the satisfaction was almost too much. before his counterpart had time to process anything, he was in front of the boy getting ready for the SECOND part. zahid’s shirt was the first thing to come off, but soon enough, he was completely naked before his partner — dressed with merely a menacing smirk and tenebrous, narrowed eyes. “since you felt the need to completely go against my orders last time,” he spoke mightily, “i thought we’d give this another try. this time, a little differently. as you can see.” zahid glanced down as his dick, which had already begun to stiffen a little, and grabbed it. “you’re gonna WATCH me get off,” he blurted, his abdomen stuttering ever so slightly at the touch to his sensitive skin, “but you’re gonna do that while you STAY tied up. so there’ll be no way for you to TOUCH yourself.” raising his eyebrows, he cocked his head and nodded. as if sebastian hadn’t gone through enough already tonight. zahid didn’t hesitate to put forth his all. taking his bottom lip between his teeth, he examined baz as he started to rub himself profusely, long strokes making their way up and down. his breathing soon accelerated and deepened with every stride. zahid could sense his length THICKEN more and more within his grasp as he quickened his pace, grunts and moans escaping from the dominant’s throat. he had every intention of making this as hard as possible for sebastian.

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“GOOD.” zahid murmured in a brash tone, his eyes not leaving the marks beginning to appear on sebastian’s ass. he liked to hear the boy admit to his faults. baz’s words rang through the room — “i BROKE rules”. the sensation they brought echoed in the dominant’s head. it all came so naturally to zahid now. the whole dominant persona. it was as if the power had been a part of him this whole time, and it had merely been waiting for the right moment to be WOKEN up. or better yet, waiting for the right person. waiting for BAZ. now, zahid was a force to be reckoned with. in order to position his partner at a better angle, he brought his free hand to sebastian’s side and nudged him to his liking. his sculpted fingers like ice against his submissive’s blushed skin. zahid let his touch linger for a second longer than necessary, wanting to startle the boy more than anything, but then he lifted his hand away to resume his task. the spanking paddle was brought down onto sebastian a couple more times sequentially — the veins along zahid’s arm beginning to bulge and zahid saying nothing other than a couple of grunts here and there — until his voice spoke up around the end. “say it. say—” he enforced breathlessly, “ZADDY.” zahid bit down on his smirking lip as he swung out one final spank, and then let the paddle fall to his side. he took a deep sigh of relief. the whole ordeal was definitely a work out — for the BOTH of them. after pushing the paddle away, without hesitation, zahid swiftly returned to stand in front of the tied up boy. “part two.” he winked, slipping his t-shirt from his chest. 

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Levi: You know what I hate?

Levi: Well, /especially/ hate.

Levi: When I'm watching a really good show and it gets cancelled.

Levi: I mean, it's not my fault I'm the only one who appreciates it!

Zahid: well if theyre not makin money, then its gotta go

Zahid: just how it works

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the boy who had been mindlessly stumbling about and slurring his words only moments ago was now PARALYZED with submission and obedience. it astonished zahid how strong of an effect he could have on sebastian — it made him feel INVIGORATED. he went off and grabbed his first object hidden in the dark. “well, what do you make of this?” zahid uttered, showcasing a broad spanking paddle in his hands. ( zaddy had definitely gone shopping. ) with his head narrowed downward, the inky-eyed dominant made his way around baz’s tied up figure. “but it is ONLY the first part, of course.” he hushed eerily as he traced the tip of the paddle slowly down sebastian’s back. bringing the flat instrument away from his submissive, zahid let a pause of silence overcome the room, giving him time to analyze his counterpart’s body once more. he shook his head. “and as for the second part,” zahid spoke sternly, unexpectedly sending the paddle forward to meet sebastian’s skin with a hard SMACK, “let’s just say that i’m determined not to make the same mistake that i did last time. with those ropes, you won’t be able to avoid it.” watching the flush of redness slowly dissipate from baz’s cheek, zahid inhaled deeply and stretched out his arms in PREPARATION for the next hit. if sebastian thought the first spank was hard, he was surely in for a SURPRISE. smugly, zahid smirked as he began to twirl the paddle in his hand. “now, please,” he muttered, “tell me what you did wrong. remind us why we’re here.” zahid knew very well what sebastian had done wrong — especially since he hadn’t stopped thinking about it ever since the moment he found out — but he merely wanted to taunt the boy. as the last syllable of baz’s words left his mouth, another spank was unleashed upon the submissive’s ass, this time much firmer and STRONGER.

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the boy was stubborn. and even more so while under the influence of alcohol. however, zahid had NO DOUBT that sebastian would follow his every move. OF COURSE he would. it was their natural flow of things now. they both knew very well how it all worked by now. the dominant raised a brow as he set down his now empty glass, eyeing his partner in front of him as the water was drank. “regardless,” he shrugged, looking away momentarily to put away his own glass and the alcohol, “i just don’t think i can handle your drunk mouth slipping out another one of your little secrets again. you’ve said ENOUGH for one night.” there was a certain TOXICITY to zahid’s tone of voice that suggested an insult toward baz, but at the same time, a sense of vulnerability was laced in between his words. his ears perked up at sebastian’s question. zahid brought his eyes back to sebastian, a smirk having replaced his former pout. “why?” he pondered, bringing his body closer to that of sebastian’s, “you EAGER or something?” zahid analyzed his counterpart’s figure profusely, with his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth, before he pushed himself off the counter and made his way out of the kitchen. he turned back to look at sebastian as he was stepping out of the room. “FOLLOW ME.” zahid lead his submissive to a different room with a darker atmosphere. it seemed like a bedroom, but there was a feeling to it that suggested not much sleep was done there. “undress yourself and get over there.” he commanded, pointing to an area near a decorative arch in the room. whilst sebastian engaged himself with his directions, zahid disappeared into a closet to retrieve a few items. the man hid the objects behind his back when he returned, and then set them off to the side where baz could not perceive them. with some rope in hand, he approached his EXPOSED partner and proceeded to tie sebastian’s wrists to the two poles of the arches — the boy’s hands now slightly above his head as his arms stretched out upwards. “no touching.” he whispered, bringing his lips and hot breath close to sebastian’s ear. zahid retreated back to his items as he smirked. “oh, i have quite the number of things planned for you tonight.” he taunted in a low voice, seeming pleased with himself.

the atmosphere only got DARKER after his next comment, & sebastian didn’t think that that was possible. with both his drunken state & the complete A N G E R emitting from his dominant, he was intimidated to the max. looking up at the looming house above the two was terrifying - it was dark, gloomy & VERY seething. much like zahid at the moment in time. he glanced bluntly over at the man as he hissed. “yeah, i uh.. that wasn’t really MEANT to come out. really.” he muttered drunkenly, the anger radiating off of zahid getting more intense as the moments passed. “yeah - but i’ve only sent like five. he compliments my.. compliments my dick.” he muttered & watched as zahid stepped forward, following him submissively into the dark abode. he had a feeling, even through his drunk demeanour, that he was in for a HELL of a night. maybe he shouldn’t of sent that picture after all. as they entered the home & the lights flicked up, sebastian found himself slightly blinded by the exposure & blinked a few times. he watched with bleared eyes as zahid set down his things & allowed him to move to the kitchen ( not like he had a choice ). he pouted when he saw the man pouring water. “i wanna stay drunk.” even sebastian knew better than to fight with his dominant. drunk or not, that was a BAD move - especially considering how wound up zahid was anyway. he took the water & watched with wide eyes as the man downed the alcohol, & took a large gulp of his own water before taking it down & looking up once again to see zahid staring with intent at him. “are you punishing me?” he raised a brow with slight angle, slurring his words as he picked the water up again.

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ZAHID: every single day tbh

ZAHID: oops lmao  

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FINLEY: thanks captain obvious FINLEY: has anyone told u what a shithead you are FINLEY: bc wow :P

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with his eyes kept down in a frustrated furrow, zahid nodded eerily as sebastian’s words made their way through his ears. he contemplated on commenting back, but instead left the boy’s questions and concerns open-ended, unleashing a sense of OBSCURITY into the air. zahid focused all his energy on not completely losing it behind the wheel instead, considering how heated he was becoming. “mhm, MY place.” he repeated fiercely as the car took a sharp turn. zahid didn’t spend nearly as much time at his own home as he did at his family’s, but he nevertheless enjoyed whenever he made time for it, especially with all the PRIVACY it brought. with all the work, family issues and the tv show, he just always found it easier to stay at his parents’ most of the time. he liked being with his family. but sometimes, he just needed a place to himself. zahid’s house was definitely not as gigantic and astonishing as the sultan mansion was, but it was all zahid’s, and he loved it. he didn’t tend to bring people over that much, but for some reason, it was the ONLY place zahid wanted to be in the moment. once they had arrived — the view of the house was almost CHILLING, no lights or anything were in site; just complete darkness — zahid shut off the engine and slid out of the vehicle, letting the door slam roughly behind him. “OTHER nudes?” he hissed, giving off maliciously narrow eyes in sebastian’s direction as soon as the boy’s words had registered in his mind. “WOW, why am i not surprised? —and to RAOUL too? of ALL fucking people?” zahid’s arms flew up in aggravation before his foot went off to kick a nearby rock to the side. he grit his teeth and shook his head. “yeah, let’s just go INSIDE.” completely hammered with rage now, the dominant set off for the front door, where he unlocked it quickly and stepped into his household. once the lights were turned on, an intensely clean and UNTOUCHED abode was unveiled before the two men. zahid was never there enough to rough it up, so it gave off a feeling of being overly proper — all organized, elegant, and pristine, but completely and utterly DRAINED of life. however, zahid had a pretty good feeling that the house would be giving off a completely different vibe after sebastian’s visit tonight. after setting down his jacket and things, zahid escorted baz to the kitchen, and got out two glasses. “HERE. drink some water.” he commanded, getting some water for the drunk boy, but then proceeding to pour himself some gin instead. zahid downed it promptly as he stared intently at sebastian in front of him — his eyes deep in contemplation — a mischievous contemplation.

the way the car jerked caused sebastian to gasp, but then giggle with complete entertainment. there was something about it that made him happy – it being GETTING to zahid. “he only touched my ass. i touch my ass everyday.” he defended, burrowing his brows into his eyes & shaking his head. “i thought you’d of.. figured.” he bit into his lip & watched as zahid continued to drive. “i just dug myself a bigger hole, didn’t i?” his lip bite became further deep, & he managed to hold back his giggle again. “do something about my BRUISE? does that mean you’re..” he didn’t even need to say it, but he was too drunk to resonate the words anyway. he just muttered something about spanking under his breath & then turned his attention back to zahid with wide eyes. “your own place?” he knew that only meant one thing, & he turned his head as they practically reached their destination. zahid was absolutely brimming with rage, & sebastian was intimidated by his dominant stance - that was the entire point of their arrangement anyway, wasn’t it? yeah, it was. sebastian loved it in all honesty. he twiddled with his thumbs as they pulled into the place - sebastian had only ever been there once or twice considering zahid spent a lot of time at his parents, & he’d NEVER been here under their arrangement - only as friends. this was different. “no, i just wanted to know.” he muttered with intimidation, his alcoholism laced within his words as he unhooked his seatbelt & undid the door. “i’m very drunk.” he muttered - zahid knew that, he just wanted to make placid conversation as he attempted to stumble out of the car & into the cold nightly air. “i can’t believe you’re THIS mad,” he giggled drunkenly. “imagine how mad you’d be if you knew about my other nudes.” he bit his lip. “wait, no.” he frowned, realising he’d just told him. “that’s not right. i didn’t send any more nudes to raoul tonight. where did you get that idea? lets go INSIDE.”

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inside the car was dark— COLDLY and obscurely dark. as they drove through the city, zahid was only able to see what the street lights and the moon reflected onto sebastian’s figure. the drunk boy’s words made zahid smirk, giving him a sense of satisfaction from hearing the boy submit ALL control to him. sebastian knew the routine by now, of course he did. but it still gave zahid a tinge of excitement hearing baz succumb to his dominant’s presence. “yeah, i know,” he bit his lip. “just figured i’d entertain myself with what you think. or, what you think I��M thinking about, that is.” however, zahid’s smirk soon faded as his partner filled the already dense air of the car with maddening rambles. the raven-haired man tried his best to keep his eyes strictly on the road — zahid was a fairly good driver — but it was difficult with all the slurs falling from baz’s mouth. zahid had never known someone who’s words could have such an effect on him like sebastian’s did. “i don’t care if you get drunk, sebastian.” the driver huffed, feeling his insides begin to BOIL. “it only becomes a PROBLEM when other people think it’s alright to touch you. that i don’t like, and you know that.” he shook his head. as soon as sebastian mentioned the orgasm, zahid’s hands stuttered around the wheel, provoking his feet to abruptly press on the pedals. this caused the car to jerk on the road a bit, but the scare only lasted a second, as zahid quickly brought the car back to its normal pace. “wh— and you think it’s a good idea to tell me that NOW ?” he rose his voice, as he fixed himself in the driver’s seat. in the back of zahid’s mind, he knew very well that sebastian had to have done that while he was asleep, but he had pushed the thought away. so now, hearing the boy admit to it, only ignited the irritation he already felt. it was a slap to zahid’s face, and he didn’t like the feeling of being mocked. his frustrated breathing could be heard loudly now, as sebastian’s voice resonated on. “is that so? well then, i guess we better do something about that.” his grip tightened around the wheel. “no, NEITHER. you’re coming to mine. not my family’s house, my own place.” zahid kept his gaze focused on the night in front of him, his driving suddenly picking up in speed. they were almost to their destination. “does it even matter?” he spat, referring to sebastion’s question about his anger. “i can’t even tell the DIFFERENCE anymore.” 

zahid was boiling, & sebastian knew it. it was fairly intimidating – wasn’t that the point? the way he was gripping onto his wrist as though he was a child who’d just embarrassed his father in public, the way he was being pulled out to the car with harsh expletives being tucked into his eardrums. “i did know that.” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at the paparazzi who were having an absolute FIELD day at the way zahid was acting - sebastian knew that zahid had all the control, & he could rarely help himself when he turned to the dominance role. “call him, yeah. he’s SWEET.” sebatian slurred drunkenly. “i think he thought he was gonna get to FUCK me to be honest.” he raised his brows at the sentiment & then nodded his head in confirmation. zahid was incredibly angry; sebastian LOVED it, but had to stay true to the form of both intimidation & submission. as they got into the car, he silently thanked zahid’s blacked out windows & melted into the seat beneath him. his ears picked up when zahid spoke again. “this isn’t about what i want, YOU’RE the domin.. domi.. domina.. i can’t say that word. you’re zaddy.” he muttered. “& something tells me that you have something else on your.. agenda.” sebastian grinned at the use of the big word & then narrowed his eyes again. “i wasn’t even meant to get drunk though honestly. but it’s not in our contract that i can’t get drunk without you so i didn’t make you annoyed on purpose. but,” he went again into a drunken ramble. “i thought it’d be fun & it really WAS fun. it was fun like sex is fun, like orgasms are fun. you know when you went to sleep last weekend i went & made myself orgasm because you wouldn’t let me? but you didn’t know that but that’s because you fell asleep.” he slurred. “ARE YOU just going to drop me off? or are you gonna come inside?” his eyes diverted to zahid’s crotch area. “my bruise from when you spanked me has gone down.” he changed the subject slightly, moving to stare out of the dashboard. “are you really mad or zaddy mad?” he asked.

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—- ･ﾟ..text: raoul → other sultan

raoul: picture it zahid

raoul: youd be saving a cute lil pup from the pound and increasing the mansions security in one move

zahid: sounds like a win win situation

zahid: ill think about it

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ZAHID: well ya

ZAHID: shes a dog

ZAHID: ofc shes gonna forgive u easily

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FINLEY: wow u agreed on that a lil too quick FINLEY: yeah that’s my baby FINLEY: lol i gave her a treat and she was over it

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zahid was in the middle of swerving away until he heard the the random man speak up. his brows furrowed in irritation and a frown spread across his lips as he twisted back around. “NO, we’re leaving.” he spat, reacting to the man’s question about staying. “what about ‘let’s go’ do you not understand?” zahid rolled his eyes, and nudged his head forward toward the guy in intimidation. as soon as he heard sebastian mention calling the man the next day, zahid sensed himself stiffen up. he snatched onto baz’s arm and brought the boy closer in attempt to shield his words from the paparazzi. “call him?” zahid hissed. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” with his hand still gripped onto sebastian, he glanced up at a camera that was in the middle of snapping a shot of the two of them, so he forced himself to brush it off and continue walking away. “i am annoyed.” zahid agreed cooly, keeping his head straight, focused on the exit. "OBVIOUSLY. but i'm sure you knew that." his grip tightened on baz's skin, guiding his partner through the mess of people, but sebastian rambled on. "yes, baz. being drunk is great, i know." he mumbled, shaking his head toward the floor, and eyeing the paparazzi around them every so often. zahid couldn't help but roll his eyes at sebastian's comment about the man. "yeah, REAL fun." he scoffed sarcastically, before changing his tone to a harsher one. "who gives a FUCK what he thinks? you're with ME now." zahid gulped, realizing he had spoken a little louder than he probably should have with all the paparazzi around. but before he knew it, baz was the one spewing boisterous remarks at the flashing cameras. "BAZ." he warned, his teeth clenched as he pulled the boy closer away from the paparazzi. zahid narrowed his eyes at sebastian, and waited until the two were alone to answer his question. they eventually made it to zahid's car, where he helped baz into the passenger seat. as soon as both doors were shut and he was starting up the engine, zahid bit his tongue before he allowed himself to speak up. he inhaled a deep breath in order to calm himself down. "well, do you want me to just drop you off?" zahid asked, raising a brow as he turned out of the venue. he peered over to the boy next to him for a moment, squeezing his grasp tighter around the steering wheel.

it was absolutely & abundantly clear from the GET GO that zahid wasn’t happy – he could tell from the tone, & even baz in his drunken state knew it. when baz finished speaking & zahid brushed it off, the man ( sebastian hadn’t a clue what his name was, honestly - he wasn’t even that famous ) spoke up. “you’re not gonna stay for one or two? you know, we were just getting to know eachother.” the man smirked & baz & baz giggled slightly. “shhh, paps.” he pointed drunkenly over at the cameras. “i’ll call you tomorrow.” he murmured as he got to his feet, stumbling slightly as the man called for him not to forget to call. “i won’t!” he shouted before giggling & gripping onto zahid for stability on their way out of the club. he giggled again. “you look soooo annoyed, zeezee.” he grinned widely. “i got really drunk but it was an accident really,” he began to ramble – sebastian often did that when he was drunk. “i was just tallking to raoul about his new dog & then i got asked to come here & i’m really drunk but not really only a little bit.” he spoke as if they were the only two people in the room on their way out ( soon, they would be alone, & god help baz ) as the cameras flashed wildly. “but i like being drunk really it’s pretty fun.. really.” he frowned. “does that sentence make sense?” he giggled again. “he seemed fun, right? i don’t think he was happy that i wasn’t sharing a hotel room with him because he doesn’t know about us really.” he whispered. “so he thinks i’m available really.” he laughed at his excessive use of the word, GRINNING profusely as he stumbled outside to the press of cameras. “we’re just friends.” he shouted to the paparazzi. “we’re not anything more! zahid has a girlfriend.” he slurred. “where’s your car?” he giggled, unaware of the hole he was digging for himself. “are you just going to drop me off home?” he asked as they approached.

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as of late, zahid’s nights always seemed to end with him plaguing over baz, but he COULDN’T help himself. he would not have been able to sit still knowing that sebastian was just out fooling around, the image of the boy out drinking foolishly without him B U R N E D in his mind. he just couldn’t shake the thought and the feeling. so there he was, tight grip around the steering wheel of his car, eyes glancing back to look at his phone every so often. once he had arrived and shuffled his way into the room where sebastian was, zahid narrowed his eyes at the swarms of sloppily drunk people and flashing cameras all packed around overpoweringly loud music. naturally, he quickly spotted sebastian in the distance with lips to a man’s ear, and his brows furrowed in spite and jealousy. the bitter ENVY growing in his system directed his legs to make their way toward the relentless boy. sebastian never hesitated to infuriate zahid to the fullest. zahid lowered his head as he made his way past bright flares from cameras, occasionally bumping into people as his strides became increasingly irritated and rough. the dark eyed dominant was greeted with a huge smile from sebastian as soon as he arrived in front of the boy. “hi.” he bucked back in an unimpressed tone, orbs diverting between baz and the man beside him. as sebastion rambled on, he shot the unnamed man a piercing glare of aggression as if to say he was in zahid’s TERRITORY. however, zahid attempted to hold himself back to an extent considering that they were all in the presence of many paparazzi. “yeah, GREAT. thanks for the synopsis, baz. let’s go.” he groaned, his voice stern. zahid felt his eye twitch and his chest expand as he examined how close the proximity was between sebastian and the random guy.

sebastian didn’t quite know HOW he’d gotten to the point he was at - he was so drunk that honestly he was just spewing random expletives into the ears of professionals & vips as he downed abundances of expensive vodka & ocasionally texted zahid. the idea of zahid being mad again was annoyingly arousing, & as baz waited for the man, he couldn’t help but feel quite excited. when zahid arrived, he was leaning his head against the shoulder of the man zahid was actually angry ABOUT, the man he had intentions to share a hotel room with before zaddy found out. he was mumbling something into his ear when the corner of his eye caught zahid entering the vip stretch, the cameras waiting outside attacking their devices in order to get good pictures of them – zahid & baz would be all over tmz in the morning, but he was too drunk to care. “hey,” he smiled, a huge grin actually, when he saw zahid. “this is zahid.” he muttered to the man. “he’s come to.. come to get me because i’m drunk.” he spoke loudly over the music, his voice clearly showcasing the intoxication. “so i can’t share a room with you because i’m going to zahid’s house. just because we’re friends though not anything else.” he explained sloppily, drunkenly, before looking back up at his dominant with slight satisfaction in his eyes.

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❝ — IMSG — ZADDY.

baz: o i fogrot

baz: i Kno ! good zaddy (:

zahid: sall good we all fogrot sometimes

zahid: ;) u like that i found u?