Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Celebrating*

"You're a Grammy winner, baby," you gush as you push the front door open. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thank you, darling," Harry drawls, blushing under the praise. "I'm glad you're proud, but you really don't have to remind me every five minutes." He places the trophy on the oak living room table and turns to face you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you closer to him until your chest is pressed flush against his.

You pout, wrapping your hands around the ends of his black feather boa. "Just wanna let you know that I am, and I don't know how to show you," you murmur as you lean in and press your lips to his. He quickly returns the kiss, mouthing at your lips as you melt into his arms.

After a few seconds he pulls away, breathless. "I know how you could show me," he says, raising his brows suggestively.

You peck his lips once, humming as you do so. "What do you mean by that, baby?"

His face flushes a pretty shade of crimson as he looks down at you. "Want you to fuck me."

"Harry do you wanted celebratory sex you could've said that in the car," you say, pulling him impossibly closer with his boa.

"Yeah, but I don't just want celebratory sex, darling. I want you to fuck me," he elaborates, face radiating the heat of his embarrassment.

"Oh, you want me to peg you baby boy?" you tease, batting your eyelashes up at him.

He whines at the name, quickly nodding his head. "Please," he begs.

A thought dawns over you that makes your grin fall. "We haven't done anything like this in a while, baby. You're not prepped."

"Yes I am," he argues, eyes not meeting yours.

"What do you mean by that?" you ponder, wondering if he's actually saying what you think he's saying.

"I put the plug in this morning, just in case," he murmurs. The words make your knees weak and your arousal pool in your panties.

"You've been wearing your plug all day? Even when you were performing?"

"Mhm, forgot it was there for a second until I started dancing," he admits, raising a hand to run his fingers through his hair.

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

He immediately nods, eyes wide as he seeks out your mouth once more. You give into him, letting his lips smear over yours for just a moment before pulling away.

"Go to our room, okay? Want you stripped and leaned up against the headboard by the time I get up there, alright?"

He nods obediently, a bright smile on his flushed face. He quickly makes his way in the direction of your shared bedroom and your anticipation grows with each passing second. Regardless of that, though, you take your time before going up to him. You stroll into the kitchen and get a glass of water, downing it slower than normal. Only after you place the dish in the sink do you head towards the bedroom.

The door is cracked, letting you easily push your way inside. The sight that greets you knocks the air from your lungs. He's completely bare, miles of tan skin and black ink on display for you and only you. His back is pressed against the headboard just as you had directed him to be. His hands are limp by his sides, not touching himself in any way. You smile at that. He's such a good boy, you think to yourself as you step the rest of the way through the entryway and push the door shut behind you with your foot. You take one last look at him, letting your eyes drift to his flushed cock that's resting against his stomach before making your way over to the closet.