#zarrysmut

Harry knows his parents frown upon people who like the same gender but Harry can not help who he finds attractive. It is just the fact that it has to be his teacher is the horrible part. His parents already hit him for even googly eyeing his friends, and he honestly enjoys it.

Apparently to Harry; something bout pain brings him joy and pleasure. Like at home when his father would spank him for breaking a cup, Harry would always get hard. Why you may ask well he doesn't know. He may think it is the sound the paddle makes when it hits his skin or the sting that comes after it but no matter how much it is supposed to hurt it only makes him feel pleasure. 

Sighing contently Harry watches as the clouds move and the mother birds prepare their nest. 

"Mr. Styles!" Mr. Malik's voice booms through the room. Harry shot his head up a bright pink blush finding its way to his cheeks. "Y-yes Mr. Malik?" he questioned.

"Were you daydreaming again?" he asked clearly agitated. Before Harry could bother answering his teacher continued. "How am I supposed to teach a classroom of 24 students if I have to keep interrupting the lesson to snap at you? Well then i guess you have discipline time at lunch." he says shaking  his head. 

ooh's erupted through the room a Harry glared at them every single one. It was defiantly not the whippings that he knew were coming that scared him, in fact he was actually kind of excited for that. It is the fact he has to be alone wit Mr. Malik is what is making him nervous. 

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Harry walked back into the classroom after free time that day. His palms were sweaty and his steps were tense.    

"Set your books down on the first desk you see." Mr. Malik demanded at Harry, Quickly scurrying to do as told Harry manages to trip and fall. Mr. Malik didn't even seem to notice.

Getting back up Harry does as told.

"Now Mr. styles." his teacher began. Harry couldn't even pay attention to him. Just knowing that his teacher is gonna hit him has him writhing in need.

"Are you even listening to me?" he questions quirking an eyebrow. Harry looks up sheepishly. "Dear God." Mr. Malik mumbled in frustration as he grabbed the paddle. 

Knowing already what to do Harry bends over the desk he is sat at, his tiny bum stuck in the air. 

Mr. Malik ran the paddle lightly over Harry's bum before sharply snapping it against him. Harry couldn't help but let out a guttural moan. Mr. Malik shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't have... he thought. 

Repeating the same actions twice more; Mr. Malik received even more dirty moans. 

Not realizing until now, he was painfully hard. Gulping Mr. Malik didnt know what to do.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, Harry whimpered in front him. His big green eyes looking up at him in pure innocence. He looked so hot. 

"I can fix that." Harry stated in quiet whisper.  Mr. Malik stared at the boy and then glancing at the clock.

Knowing he would be going straight to hell for this he swiftly nodded. Harry unbuttoned hiss khaki trousers and pulled down his zipper. Carefully pulling his pants down Harry works is palm over Zayn's clothed erection. 

How on earth does he know how to work his hands like this? Pleasure was rippling through Zayn. Mind-blowing through the roof at how Harry could do this at the age of eleven. 

Finally, Harry released Zayn from his confined area. Taking his whole length at once not even gagging. What? 

Harry swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks sucking like he was drinking through a straw with ice cream stuck at the bottom.  Nearing his orgasm he told Harry to stop.

Harry did as he was told . "T-take off your clothes." he shakily demanded. 

Harry did and Zayn almost came on the spot.  Harry skin was a milky tan and he was standing there with so much innocence standing fully at attention. 

Zayn told Harry to lay back on his desk. Harry did so spreading his legs. Being again only eleven he was already at least seven inches an very thick. 

"Don't even dare calling me Mr. Malik i will only hear my name, Zayn." he commands shoving his fingers in Harry's face. Harry collected as much spit as he possibly could and pit on Zayn' fingers. 

Then using his tongue to massage it over he pulled back nodding. Zayn moved positions using one hand to grab Harry's cock with one hand and sticking both fingers in him wanting to get the show on the road.

Harry took the so easily though..

"Have you fingered your self before?" Zayn asked gasping. "Imagining you doing dirty things to me." Harry whispered in pleasure. Just hearing those words made Zayn snap. He pulled his fingers out and pounded into Harry with no obstacles. 

"o-oh" they both mumbled as Zayn started moving at unearthly speed. "F-faster please deeper harder" Harry panted grabbing Zayns forearm. "ZAYN." Harry shouted as he hit the bundle of nerves.

Zayn angled himself so he prodded the bundle at every thrust. "ZAYN OH YES." Harry screamed so dirtily it should have been illegal. 

Harry came undone clenching his walls on Zayns dick and shooting white ribbons across himself and a little on Zayns face.

Feeling Harry's cum on his face and his walls clenching Zayn lost it cumming deep inside Harry. 

Both trying to regain there breathe smiled at each other.