Obey, Daddy // Narry

4. Wet Dreams and Detention

"Lay on the bed for me, baby," The slow, seductive tones of Harry's British accent affected Niall in more ways than one, making his lower region twitch in pleasure from his voice alone. He wordlessly obeyed, laying down on the soft comforter that almost sucked him into the bed.

Harry cooed at the sight of the young boy on his bed. "Take off your clothes, darling. I want to ravish that fine body of yours with you screaming my name as I overwhelm you in pleasure," Harry watched hungrily as Niall unbuttoned his jeans sliding them down his legs revealing his excitement straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. He pulled the end of his gray shirt over his head and threw it at Harry, giggling as the shirt landed on his curls, covering his stern expression.

"I see that someone doesn't want to cum," Harry spoke, sternly, gripping the fabric of the shirt and pulling it off his head. "Wait, I'm sorry. I thought it would be funny. Please forgive me?" Niall pleaded, pulling on Harry's hand, making him stand closer to the bed. He got on his knees and started rubbing his nose along the man's jawline and down his neck, leaving small kisses on his skin, trying to get Harry to forgive him. "K-Kitten, I need you to lay back for me, alright?" Harry could feel the trail of goosebumps that Niall had left, leaving him gasping in ecstasy for more. "Am I forgiven?" Niall laid back on the bed, spreading his legs open and popping a finger into his mouth, licking it and trailing the finger along his heated skin, already flushed with pleasure, watching Harry's eyes go black with lust as he ran his finger along every dip and curve of his body.

"Yes, love. You are forgiven," Harry huskily growled, his voice deepening in lust and anticipation. He crawled onto the bed, straddling the fake blonde and circling his fingers on his pale wrists like cuffs, pulling them above his head. "No, Mr. Styles! I want to touch you, please," Niall gasped, biting his lip hard while bucking his hips up trying to loosen Harry's hold on him. "Don't bite your lip, Niall. I may not be able to just be your teacher when you do that."

"Niall!" He felt a sharp sting in his calve as he jumped awake, hitting his knees against the desk. Niall peeked over at Zayn, seeing the dark-haired boy covering his mouth to contain his laughter, his hazel eyes burning with glee. "What the fuck was that for?!?" He couldn't help but raise his voice, filling with rage. Zayn lowered his eyes, looking intently at Niall's jeans. "Is there some reason, why you two jokers are interrupting my lesson?" Niall hurriedly covered the bulge in his jeans, trying not to flush at the thought of having a wet dream about his teacher, who was standing a few feet away. Mr. Styles tapped his boot hard against the linoleum, waiting for their answer. "I really have to take a piss in the bathroom. Can I go?" Niall rudely asked, sliding out of his desk and standing up not glancing at Mr. Styles to see the frustration brewing in his burning evergreen eyes. "You never answered my question, Mr. Horan. So I'll ask it again, why were you interrupting my lesson?" Harry reached for Niall's arm, lightly grabbing it and halting his progress to the door to head to the bathroom down the hall.

Niall could feel his hand slipping away from the front of his dark jeans, uncovering the obvious bulge in his pants as he turned his heads towards his teacher, watching as Mr. Styles' widen in realization, "Oh I see. You need to go choke the chicken, eh Mr. Horan?"

Harry's lips stretched into a smirk at Niall's redden cheeks that even reached the tips of his ears, the crimson contrasting greatly against his fair complexion, leaving him in awe of the boy's beauty. He released his arm out of his grasp, still fixated at the blonde's features with his mouth slightly open while the class bursted out into raucous laughter that echoed off the brick walks at Niall even Zayn couldn't help but laugh, knowing the reason behind Niall's boner was due to Mr. Styles' himself, hearing him mumble his name in his sleep.

Niall felt himself softening as the humiliation clouded his thoughts looking at his classmates laugh at his expense. "I don't know who you think you are, Mr. Styles, but a real teacher wouldn't do that. Seems like all you can do instead of teaching is humiliate students in front of your class," he sneered, seething in rage as he clenched his fists, watching the curly-haired man's cheeks flush in anger and embarrassment at his words.

Harry wasn't gonna allow Niall to make a fool out of him, feeling the need to teach the blonde a lesson overwhelmed him as he pressed his lips into a firm line, his eyes glaring down at Niall in anger, "I think you best know your place as a student, Mr. Horan cause that little remark earned you detention, so stay after class, please." In due time that boy will learn to give me respect, Harry thought as he glanced away from Niall's retreating figure that exited into the hallway.

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A/N: I decided to end it here cause the next chapter is going to get exciting!! :D

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