narry-golfing

anonymous asked:

quick write caddie!niall and famous golf player!harry smut

in which niall is harry’s caddie and harry is niall’s daddy… sort of. 


Niall can’thelp but throw his head back and laugh as Harry hastily kicks the closet door shut with his foot. “You sure they’re not going to mind?” he asks around his giggles.

He hears Harry snort, and then the lock to the door is turned for a bit more privacy. “I don’t think they’re necessarily going to be mad about it,” Harry replies, and though it’s completely dark in the room, pitch black, Niall knows Harry is wearing a rather lecherous smirk. “I mean, it’s not like this is the first time we skipped out on a round to have a quick round of our own, ya know?”

Niall bites his lip. “Oh, I know.” He lets Harry’s bag of clubs fall off his shoulder, and the noise it makes as it hits the ground is echoed by Harry’s footsteps as he moves closer.

“We’re going to have to try to be a bit more discreet about this, Ni,” Harry says now that he’s right in front of Niall; his hands appear on the wall that Niall’s leaned up against, bracketing Niall’s head as he leans closer, his breath fanning across Niall’s face. “If you don’t want people to know about this, that is. Public sex isn’t exactly smiled upon.”

Sighing, Niall brings his arms up to curl them around Harry’s shoulders, pulling their bodies flush together. A spear of excitement hurdles through his system when he feels that Harry’s already sporting a semi against his thigh.

“It’s kind of hard to stay out of the spotlight, baby,” Niall murmurs, rubbing his nose along Harry’s stubbly jaw, nipping at the skin and chuckling when Harry sucks in a sharp breath. “After all, you’re famous. And I’m just your Irish caddie.”

“You’re more than just my Irish caddie,” Harry insists. “You’re my boyfriend.”

Niall shakes his head, pressing his lips along the bone beneath Harry’s closed eyes. “I’m your caddie,” he whispers, and his words are dripping with arousal in the darkness. “And you’re my daddy.”

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