⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎dress up for daddy

tw: smutt

In which Niall is a fashion designer and Harry models his dresses - except one day when the roles are reversed.

a/n : oh my- is this my first smut attempt?!

"Harold! Fuck off! I'm trying to finish this dress!" Niall tried to swat away his clingy boyfriend who was planting lovebites all along his neck, distractedly.

Harry just whined, wrapping his arms around his fun-size boyfriend, who was hunched over a long piece of a glittery fabric.

"Only when you listen to mee!" He called out in a sing-song voice, tightening his grip of the frustrated lad.

With one last huff, Niall dramatically threw his work onto the table and faced Harry, arms crossed.

"Fine, but then will you leave eme alone? This dress is for your photoshoot tomorrow!" He pouted in annoyance and Harry squished his cheeks together.

"Yay!" The curly-locked brunette cheered before perching his head in the palms of his hands.

"Well...you know how you basically make me a bunch of dresses to wear?" Harry questioned innocently.

Niall hesitantly nodded.

Where was this going?

"Soooo...Iwasthinkingifyoucouldmakeyourselfadressidesignedforyiutowear?" He rushed out, nervously twisting his hands together.

"Harold, you gotta slow down. I only heard a bunch of shit blended together!" Niall bounced his feet in anticipation.

"I was thinking if you could make yourself a dress I designed for you to wear?" He repeated, much slower this time.

Niall blinked.

What?

"Harry, are you telling me you designed a dress for me to wear?" The Irish man was confused.

"Um...yeah," Harry admitted sheepishly, pulling out a paper in his pocket and handing it to his boyfriend.

Niall excitedly took it and stared at the design, eyes widening," Uh, Harry. This is too..."

He trailed off.

"What? Beautiful? Gorgeous? Amazing? Intricate?" Harry eagerly guessed, head craning close to his boyfriend.

Niall swallowed harshly "...uh no. I was going to go with...slutty."

Immediately Harry gasped, as if in shock and retorted, "Whaaa? I don't even know what you're talking about? This is just a delicate and unique type of art and it only suites an acquired tast-"

"You have a lingerie dress kink."

Harry stopped, stunned at Niall's blunt remark. He opened his mouth to deny, but then thought for a moment and shrugged, "Yeah."

Niall suppressed a smile and exaggerated a long sigh, "Oh well, I guess I can work on it after your photoshoot."

Harry beamed and gently nudged his boyfriend with his elbow, "Don't act like you hate it, sweetheart."

With that, he strutted away and Niall tried to muffle a girlish giggle in the crook of his elbow.

Because, to be honest, he was looking forward to it as much as Harry.

*

"You've been in there for ages, honey. Come out!" Harry drawled out.

It had been around a fortnight later when Niall found himself slipping into his dress in their walk-in closet while Harry impatiently waited outside.