Dear Justin { zustin two-shot }

part one

This is actually a random one-shot I'm fully writing in the dark right now. For some reason I was watching "The Notebook" and out of nowhere this just came to mind. There's smut, but not actual smut. It's more like description of smut. Whateves doe.

That hold on tight
(That hold on tight)
That hold on tight
(That hold on tight)
Ooh, that hold on tight
Them lips won't let me go

Hold Tight // Justin Bieber

Narrator

The man sat there, staring blankly at the closed envelope. His heart thudded in his chest staring at the perfectly written address. The paper was calling him, yelling his name and begging for acceptance. It was burning with desire, just for Justin to touch it. But he couldn't, and he hadn't. It's been a week since that envelope arrived, and ever since it had its been on his office desk only staring at him, distracting him from the work he had to do.

And it wasn't what could be inside the envelope that frightened him, it was who had sent this package that made him nervous.

Zayn. Zayn Malik.

Oh his beloved Zayn.

The one he hadn't treated better when he only wanted to give him the world. The one he only used. The one that thought he was only of importance under the sheets. That wasn't true.

Zayn would never understand how much he really meant to Justin. Of course Justin hadn't given him much to ponder over, but the lad knew God damn well that he'd take a bullet for that one person who was only around for submission.

Yes. Submission. Zayn and Justin had a little affair, an interesting one at that. Something like Anestasia and Christian in 50 Shades Of Gray. That's what Zayn and Justin had going on. A submissive and dominant affair.

One where the two just couldn't get enough of each other.

Zayn would do anything in his power to please Justin, even if it meant him suffering through agonizing pain.

"Please, please." The British lad whimpered as he began to grind down on the fingers pumping in and out of him furiously.

His master grew harder- if humanly impossible- and he ended up landing his large hand on Zayn's ass violently for the seventeenth time in ten minutes. Zayn was especially needy tonight which meant he became more demanding.

This was simply a reminder of who is the dominant and who is the submissive.

Tears were escaping Zayn's eyes due to his current situation. He wanted so badly to come, to unravel himself but he couldn't. Justin wasn't allowing him tonight, and he did not know what he did wrong.

"Mmm, such a little slut, huh?" Justin whispered into Zayn's ear fingers moving faster.

Zayn's back arched as Justin began to trail feather light kisses down his back.

"Look at you. Begging and whimpering for me to do something, for me to help you with this situation of yours. How badly do you want it Zayn?"

He couldn't even respond, he was far too busy grinding himself back on Justin's fingers. And oh how much Justin hated having to repeat himself.

Punishment was a must tonight.

That night Justin had fisted Zayn for the first time, and the pain was immense.

Zayn had sobbed but he never begged for Justin to stop, he refused to do so. In fact, he only made him go faster. There was something about Zayn's displeasure and torture that aroused his master.