It’s Only Hot When He Does It Tho!!!!

it’s only hot when he does it tho!!!!

I need him… like biblically…

i NEED to see some grills on these teef n i mean that with my whole puss.

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chrissturnioloismyman

10 months ago

who told him to look this goddamn good.....he's begging for it

shut the fuck up

The Electric Ballroom **

Just because I keep seeing tiktoks with Harry and Stormzy on my FYP. I mean, it had to be done.

There were perks to being in Harry’s inner circle. One of the better ones was to get to see him perform if you asked. Most of the time he asked friends along, like this time. He was doing a secret show at the Electric Ballroom and he wanted some of his family and friends there. Including Y/N. Better said, especially, Y/N. See, he and Y/N had been… getting to know each other over the last few months and well, seeing her around always seemed to light more of a fire under him when he did things. He wanted to impress her. Remind her why she had decided to give him a chance.

She had been pretty reluctant about taking things further than a friendship with him. He couldn’t help but think about it as he got for ready for the show. She was afraid that if things didn’t go well they would stop being friends. He tightened up his tie and tried hard not to smirk as he remembered pulling her in by the waist and kissing her before telling her that no matter what happened between them, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ready, Styles?” He heard through the door.

“Yeah!” He called back before spritzing on some cologne and staring at himself for a second. He inhaled and then exhaled, rolling his head from side to side to loosen up before looking at himself once more, dead on.

“Show time.” He said to himself before hurrying out.

For Harry, performing was the most exciting and exhilarating part of his career. He fed off of the crowd’s energy and he couldn’t wait to do it now. To show everyone what he had been doing for the last year or so. He hugged his bandmates and waited excitedly for his intro to play. He was riding a high.

**********

The crowd grew restless when the lights dimmed and the screams filled the air. Y/N squeezed Jeffrey’s hand as the energy in the room shifted to one of anticipation. It was suffocating. Part of her wished she could be down in the crowd with the rest of the fans. Dance with them, sing with them, live in the moment. Not that she couldn’t here, but with Jeffrey and Gemma and other friends and family up in the VIP box with her, she felt that she would give away what she and Harry had been trying so hard to keep secret for the last few months.

“He sounded really good in rehearsal. It’s gonna be sick.” Jeffrey spoke closer to her ear and she smiled wide. Waiting, like everyone else. She let go of his hand to take a sip of her drink and as soon as she set it down she heard it:

“Style. Style is the answer to everything.” And then the da-da-dums from Golden and she turned to Jeff, bottom lip bitten in excitement between her teeth and he chuckled.

It was just a month ago that she had been laying in his bed listening to him go on and on about tour plans and how he had no idea how he wanted to open. He knew the song, but he wanted to do something unique. She had just encountered Bukowski’s “Style” from a friend’s instagram caption a few days prior and searched it up and she had immediately thought of Harry. So she pulled up the video as he laid against her tummy, waiting patiently for what she was gonna show him. He was a Bukowski fan himself, so when he saw it he knew that this was the perfect thing. He was one for the build up of things, she’d come to know in her time with him. She remembers the exact look on his face as the wheels in his mind turned and he spoke up, “Babe, this is fucking perfect.”

“A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.”

Her heart was hammering as the crowd started cheering and the band emerged. She found herself smiling wide as this played out before her.

“To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art. Style is a difference. A way of doing. A way of being done.”

And then there is was, the intro to Golden. She waited eagerly to see Harry, her lover. And in seconds he emerged from the back, in a yellow suit (their favorite color), waving at the crowd before slipping his six string over his shoulder and greeting the crowd. Those of them in the booth also cheered for him as well and watched as the performance took off.

If Y/N wasn’t absolutely taken by him before she was once again reminded of why she was so attracted to him. He had a presence about him that was so incredible. He was an artist and he was widely loved by everyone. Seeing him so happy and pouring his heart out just made her feel proud as she sang along. It was time for the encore and things were taking a turn towards surprise. First he sang Juice and then Wonderful Christmas Time and then suddenly the room was roaring with screams and adoration as Stormzy ran out and hugged Harry.

Now, rap was not Y/N’s genre. But she had heard Vossi Bop before from her friends and even Harry when he worked out sometimes (other times he pretended he had a rap career when he showered). But she was watching him go off, hyping up the crowd, letting Stormzy do his thing while he danced around and never missing the opportunity to shout “then I finish with a facial just to top it off”. It was doing things to Y/N. They’d never done that before… it got her mind working as she watched him wrap up the show. Their group was heading out, they were meeting up for drinks afterwards. She followed Jeffrey backstage for him to grab his things.

“I’m gonna hang back, I want to catch up with Ny.” She said to Jeffrey.

“Oh yeah, sure! See you there!” He said before heading off and she wandered down the halls until she reached the door that read “H. Styles” and just stepped inside. She looked around a bit before plopping down on the chair before the vanity and pulled out her phone. He was blowing up on Twitter for bringing out Stormzy, she smiled as she looked through everything. And then she heard all the ruckus coming from down the hall and soon she heard Harry.

“Yeah, I’ll see you lot there!” He laughed before his door opened and he stepped inside and smiled wide when he saw Y/N in there, “Hi, angel!” He said quietly, their eyes meeting through the mirror. She didn’t miss his fingers turning the lock on the door and she bit her lip.

“You were amazing.” She said as he came behind her and hugged around her shoulders before kissing her head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, babe.” She confirmed and he slipped out of his jacket before tossing it back onto the couch, “Love to see you on stage.” She said as she hopped off of the chair and turned to face him. He reached for her hips and he walked her back until he helped her up onto the vanity. She draped her hands around his neck as their lips met in a kiss, “Need a little help with these?” She asked as her hands ran down his clothed chest, fingers running over the buttons of the shirt.

“Please.” He hummed before kissing the tip of her nose and she smiled sweetly before kissing his cheek and then his jaw as her fingers started working on his buttons slowly.

Y/N nudged at his jaw with her nose and he bit down on his lip as he rolled his head to the side as her lips kissed down his neck softly. He knew he was sweaty, but she really didn’t seem to mind as she made her way down his chest with each newly exposed inch of skin as she released button after button until she couldn’t bend any lower due to her position. She pulled his shirt out form under his trousers and finished it off before she helped him slip out of it and they just let it fall to the floor as their lips met again in a slower and more steamy kiss. He hummed as her fingers raked down his now bare chest and hooked into the hem of his pants. He held her neck gently as they kissed more and then his eyebrows shot up and his eyes opened when he felt her working on the button of his trousers.

“Baby?” He grinned.

“Hmmm?” She asked, her eyes fluttering open to meet his lovely green ones.

“What’re you doing?” He asked through a smile and she bit her lip for a second.

“Helping.” She answered simply and he chuckled.

“Really?”

“Yep.” She hummed as she pulled down the zipper and his trousers just slipped down his legs, bunching up at his feet.

“Why?” He asked and she sighed before looking up at him again.

“Because, you’re already hard anyway and after you did so well tonight I just thought you deserved a little action.” She grinned and he narrowed his eyes at her, “It’s really sexy when you’re up there doing your thing, OK?” She said making him laugh lightly again.

“Thank you, angel. But maybe we should just wait ’til we’re home.” He said and she groaned.

“But I want you now…” she whined and he smiled before kissing her deeper, trying not to lose his mind as her fingers traced along the exposed laurels on his v-lines. “Also you were saying something about finishing with a facial and it was pretty hot.” She hummed against his lips and he grinned.

“That’s what did it for you?” He chuckled and she nodded.

“I’ve never had tha’done to me before. Always seemed kinda degrading, but when it comes to you…I know s’not the reason you’d ever want to finish on me for.” She said and he nodded. If anything he’d do it because she was so fucking beautiful, whenever they fucked he had lost count of the amount of times watching her come undone had led to his own end. Also, it was just hot, “We should be quick.” She said and he nodded as he slipped his boxers down and then helped her bunch up her dress and slip her own underwear off her legs before bringing her closer to the edge of the vanity. He grabbed a hold of his cock and rocked his hips forward, painting it against her folds with a taut jaw and a hiss.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” He groaned between them and she whimpered as he kept rubbing his tip into her swollen clit.

“Fuck.” She groaned as she watched his pre-come and her own arousal making a mess of her center.

“Ready for me?” He asked before kissing her and she nodded. Her eyes shut tight as she felt him push inside. They both moaned the moment they were connected and his head fell onto her shoulder as he pushed further inside. He loved having sex with Y/N. She always reacted to him so nicely and her body always welcomed his eagerly. He felt a tingle run down his spine when he finally bottomed out with a deep grunt and a squeeze of her legs around his hips. He ground his hips in deeper, feeling his tip kissing that deep and spongey spot inside of her and it made her moan into his ear as his fingers squeezed around her waist tighter, “Shit, y’feel so good.” He slurred into her neck kissing her there as he fucked her slow and deep, drunk on the feeling of being inside of her.

“Can we…take this off?” She mumbled and he nodded, rearing back from her a bit and pulling off the dress she was wearing and tossing it back somewhere as she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the side before they were back in each other’s embrace.

He loved feeling her body hugged close to his; her hands running down his back, nails digging into his biceps, shoulders, or chest when he’d thrust in particularly deep…

“Fuck baby, right there.” She whispered, her head rolling back as he kept fucking into that spot that was making the pleasure start to radiate to the rest of her body. The small dull ache deep inside of her from how deep he was, was enough to make her scream, but she had to stay quiet. He was struggling to stay quiet too. Doing his best to not rattle the vanity too much as he pounded into her. Clenching his jaw and deepening his groans so that they reverberated in his chest instead of resonate in the room. Just the way that her walls were squeezing and creating a most delicious pressure around his cock was making him feel feral. The way it felt like ge was being pulled deeper, as if her body was begging him to come inside of her. It was a lot.

“Oh fuck…” he hissed as he stopped for a second, still deep inside of her. His thighs were trembling as the pleasure made him start to feel woozy. She reached between them and started rubbing at her clit and pushed herself up and down his erection as much as she could. He watched with starry eyes as she rubbed at herself and as his length disappeared into her body. She took him so well. There was a time when they struggled, but look at her now. Her body loved his and he could confirm it as her walls started fluttering around his cock, sucking him in deeper, “S’close angel, gonna come for me?” He asked and she nodded, biting down on her lip as she focused on the feeling. The feeling that was making her tummy tighten and for her fingers to stutter in their rhythm.

He could feel her thighs squeezing tighter around his hips and see her chest rising and falling a lot more quickly. He started going faster, the vanity was quaking beneath them at the force of his thrusts. He couldn’t care less who found out about them at this point, he just wanted to feel her come.

“Oh my god!” She whimpered as her free hand tightened around his inked up bicep.

“That’s it, angel. Focus on where you’re feeling me pound into you.” He panted against her mouth and then her eyes shut tight and her breathing hitched. One of his hands flew up to cover her mouth as she moaned into it. Her legs twitched and trembled around him as she started crashing. She bit down on her lip and hummed as she soaked his cock with her cum.

Her fingers even felt tingly, her toes were curling, and her head felt like it was floating as the world around her muted down as she rode it out, “Shit, y’came so much for me.” She could hear Harry faintly through the sound of blood roaring in her head, “So fucking wet.” She could feel the pressure of him continuing to pound into her, chasing his own release. As she slowly became more and more aware she could feel that his rhythm was off and that he was right on the brink. Despite the sensitivity she tightened up her walls around him making him moan as his head rested on her shoulder. She started pushing him back until he was slipping out of her and she got on her knees.

“Angel-” He paused when her hand enveloped him and started stroking.

“Y’always come so much. Wanna see just how much. Show me.” She insisted and he groaned and nodded. His hands rested on the vanity’s counter as she then took his cock into her mouth and tapped on his thigh, encouraging him to do as he pleased.

“Holy shit…” he grunted as his hands grabbed her head to hold her still as he shallowly fucked into her mouth, “Fuck… so good at that, baby…” he moaned as she tightened up her lips when she caught on to his motions. He got closer and closer every time that the head of his cock would push past her lips. It’s where he was sensitive and she knew that and she was making this happen for him, “I’m gonna come… fuck!” He grunted.

In seconds she tasted the first spurt of him on her tongue before he pulled out of her mouth stroking his cock and clenching his eyes tight as he came all over her lips and left cheek. She could feel the warmth running down her face and then a new spurt against her neck and chest. He looked so fucking hot when he came, it was one of her favorite things to witness. And now he looked absolutely spent, the hard fist he had made into her hair was slowly being released as he came down. His bare chest glistened and rose up and down quickly as the feeling subsided.

“Fuck…” he whispered before his eyes opened up and he bit his lip as he took her in. She was all his. He groaned when he saw her tongue poke out and lick around her lips that were glazed with his cum, “You can’t do something like that right after I came.” He said and she giggled, “Gonna get me all worked up again, angel.” He whined and she shrugged.

“Help me up, yeah?” She asked and he reached for her hands and pulled her up to sit on the counter again. Now that she was at his level he could see just how much he had actually come. She smiled as she watched him taking in the mess he’d painted on her skin, “I told you it’s a lot. S’why you’re always dripping out of me when you come inside.” She said and he shook his head when his eyes met hers.

“Love…that’s…don’t put that picture in my mind right now. We need to go.” He said with a grin and she giggled before he let go of her and walked into the adjoining bathroom and came back with a wet hand towel to clean her off, “Your makeup’s ruined.” He mumbled softly as he cleaned off her cheek with the warm towel.

“Whatever.” She hummed as he moved down her jaw and to her chin, giving her lips one more swipe. He then folded it over and wiped down her neck and chest.

“There.” He smiled at her and then he grabbed her face and kissed her softly. A total contrast to how they had just fucked, but that’s how he was. He could get intense but he always defaulted back to his sweet and gentle self and she loved that, “Now, finish getting cleaned up so we can go meet everyone.”

“Okay.” She said with a dopey smile. Her knees buckled for a sec and he grinned smugly before helping her get into the bathroom. He handed her, her clothes and then got himself dressed before plopping down on the couch tiredly and exhaling loudly before smiling wide like the love-sick fool he was.

"Finished with a facial just to top it off..." he mumbled to himself smugly, "At the Electric Ballroom...fuck." he chuckled. It was a really good night.

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