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highly-kylie · 3 days
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She's just simply beautiful ❤️ every inch of her 😍
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harrytheehottie · 1 year
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THE BRITS A HARRY STYLES ONE SHOT 
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This wasn’t your first award show with Harry. You had just come off Grammy week which was your first ‘outing’ as a couple -- well, a couple to the people around you. You made the joint decision to not walk the carpet for both events. You were one of the last few things that Harry could keep to himself as someone who has had most of his privacy shared with the world, with or without his consent since he was a teenager. He still wanted you there alongside him during the most important moments of his career.
You watched and cheered alongside your group which was made up of Harry’s regular entourage, his sister and a few extra label heads that he invited. You watched as he opened the show, performing As It Was with much more energy than he could have at the Grammys where he was immediately hit with the turntable going the wrong way and detouring his entire performance and night.
You couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face when you quickly rushed backstage during the first commercial break to Harry’s green room - where he was changing into his third outfit of the night. His chocolate brown hair was styled perfectly from his hands constantly running through it. He was buttoning up his silk baby blue shirt when you got his attention through the mirror,
“There she is,” he said in a sing-songy voice, clearly already helping himself to some beverages before you got there.
“You were incredible,” you told him before walking over and leaving a kiss on his lips, your pink gloss rubbing onto his lips.
“Mhmmm, thank you - not just saying that?” His voice was low trying not to let anyone else in the room here. Harry was the hardest person on himself and you knew the mishap from the Grammys was replaying in his mind.
“Never.” You reassured him, leaning up to meet his lips again.
“Ahem” Lambert cleared his throat as he tried to get situated into his suit.
“Sorry! Sorry, I’ll be out of your way!”
You gave Harry one more kiss goodbye before heading back out to your seat.
You decided to sit at the second table where Harry’s collaborators and all the plus ones of his entourage sat. You were in an odd predicament where people knew you were together but they also didn’t - the public was unaware of your relationship with Harry, you’d see speculation on if you were one of the roadies or a new assistant that Jeff hired and you’d see an odd comment here or there asking if you were the girlfriend but nothing that really caught wind. Harry did a great job of protecting you and your locked instagram helped.
You cheered him on from your table as he won award after award after award. He was on fire - downing every shot that came his way, drinking liters of tequila at this point and stumbling through his speech as he took a long pause collecting his thoughts on stage. This was your favorite type of Harry when he lets all his anxieties go and allows himself to enjoy the night ahead.
The fourth and last award for the night - album of the year. You watched with bated breath as the credits rolled through of all the different nominees, Harry turned around to you for a quick moment catching your eyes before blowing a kiss before the fate of the night was announced.
“And the album of the year goes to… Harry Styles.”
You jumped up from your seats in excitement.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Harry swept the Brits.
You were screaming and yelling and hugging everyone next to you and you were so caught up in your own reaction that it took you a second to realize what Harry was doing, maneuvering through the group of people to find you. His arms opened wide inviting you in - suddenly the cameras and the stories and the future headlines didn’t matter. Your boy won and you wanted to join him in all the excitement and exactly how he wanted.
So when he wrapped you in a hug and began whispering in your ear telling you how he can’t wait for later you were a goner. You did something you probably would have never done if the two of you were a little bit sober but you kissed him on the lips quickly, “now stop wasting time and go up there.” He held onto you for a little bit longer before gathering himself and walking up towards the stage with Tom and Tyler.
He was flustered up there, the mix of emotions, tequila and having his favorite person in the world Stanley Tucci present him the award. You watched as he said his thank you’s and gave the mic to Tyler and Kid to say theirs. You were elated for him, buzzing for
You knew your actions would be called into question soon. The headlines that Jeffrey would have to handle. But those were Monday’s problem, right now you were with all your friends celebrating the one man that brought you all together. And when Jeff came over to give you a hug just as Harry began speaking on stage, you knew you had nothing to worry about.
You watched as he clung onto Stanley Tucci through Tom and Tyler’s speeches. He was at the level of drunk where a cup of water or three would do him some good. All three of them fumbled through their speeches before the last performer took the stage. You were overwhelmed with so much emotion and you needed to be as close to him as possible.
Last week, you met him at the after party but this time you decided to wait for him. You found his green room again wanting to give him a quick congratulations before finding the rest of your group and heading over to whatever party he needed to show face for.
“Can I come in?” You knock first thinking his stylist and team would be back there as well not wanting to interrupt anything.
Harry opened the door and you were sure your jaw had unhinged from its place. He was standing there in his tiny briefs, his torso filled with tattoos and semi-erect in between changing into his after party attire. He was the only one in the room
“Told Lambert I got it from here but I think…” Harry paused trying to find his words. He was buzzed and giggling but aware.
“Need a hand?” You finished his thought for him. And just as the words left your mouth you were aware of the innuendos that would follow. Harry closed the door behind you and you watched as he locked it - now the two of you were just alone for the first time all night.
He had a giant grin on his face, you knew he was up to something. You watched as he walked over to the couch and you followed him standing over him as he looked up at you as he whispered slowly, “need you now” moving his hands over his crotch.
He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already a goner. The biggest night of his career and all he wanted to do was be as close to you as possible as soon as he could - even if it was on a questionable couch in his green room.
Harry reached out and hooked his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. You thought back to earlier that day when you squeezed in a facetime call to ask what dress you should wear and Harry insisted on you wearing the pink mini. You were centered with him almost embarrassed at the state that he already worked you up in,
“So wet for me,” He whispered.
You leaned forward as you began grinding against him, your mouth at his ears as you whispered back, “I’ve got a thing for winners.”
Harry’s hands found the zipper on the side of your dress and began haphazardly pulling it down, your decision to not wear a bra was certainly working in your favor as he moved his mouth over your nipple using his fingers to play with the other. You shuttered against him as he began to suck, grinding against him as your collective moans filled the room around you.
“Want to feel you inside me,” you said as you got up for a second to take everything off. Harry watched as he too got himself out of his briefs and you were back on him. Your hands stroked him once, twice watching as he threw his hand back highlighting the veins on his neck. You lined your center with his and slowly inching down with that familiar stretch.
“Fuck,” you whimpered.
You loved being this close with him, the vulnerability and excitement in being the person he wants to be with in moments like this. It was more than just sex.
You began grinding slowly against his length, Harry whispering encouraging ‘s’good for me’s through his teeth. You moved your hands into his hair -- pulling and grabbing as you worked yourself to finish and when Harry’s hands moved from your breasts and began working your clit, you were done for - moans and groans filling the room with Harry reaching completion soon after.
You sat in silence just taking each other and the moment in.
“You kissed me on camera,” Harry teased as you got up from his lap and sat next to him on the couch. He had his face turned toward you.
“I did” you giggled moving forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“S’ike I’ve won five times tonight - four brits and” Harry found your eyes before continuing, “now, everyone knows you're my girl.”
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cherryjuiceblues · 1 year
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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
➯ HARRY IS IMMEASURABLY HAPPY AFTER HIS HISTORY-MAKING NIGHT AT THE BRITS (AND HORNY). ✰ brits!harry sexual content. creampie. minors dni. 𝑤𝑐 2.5k
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The peak of his intoxication has passed, leaving him mellow and drowsy, but the warmth of his dopey, half-lidded smile is enough to keep her mind racing with overwhelming pride. They’ve not long arrived home – Harry was sure to wiggle around impatiently whilst Y/N locked the front door before clumsily joining their hands and tugging them both upstairs to bed. He had collapsed heavily on their sheets, his hair wildly sticking out in every direction; contrasted by the black tweed suit that hadn’t been disturbed an inch.
Y/N watches him from the dresser with her own tipsy gaze as she removes her jewellery, admiring the soft rising and falling of his back as his breathing regulates. She’s sure he’s seconds away from falling asleep – head swirling with happiness most people can only dream of feeling – but he sits up suddenly, seemingly hit by a new burst of energy as he pushes himself up and clambers his way over to Y/N, burying his nose into her neck and slurring his words.
“Love y’ so much,” sponging small kisses over her skin. Her hands reach up into Harry’s hair and scratch lightly, causing his body to melt even further into her own and they stand there for a while just swaying in each other’s arms, breathing in each other’s scent; not for the first time that night.
He’d been hugging everyone he could get his hands on, thanks to the well-deserved drinks in his system and Y/N had been giggling with Gemma all night at his public displays of affection – so happy to spread the love. It was only when Harry won his final award of the evening and started hanging off Stanley Tucci did they share even an ounce of shock, before laughing it off at Stanley’s enjoyable reaction.
“Is Stanley Tucci a better hugger than me?” Y/N speaks into his temple.
Harry only gives her neck a nibble before mumbling, “Stanley Tucci is a very beautiful man. But no one gives hugs like you do,” as he tightens his grip about her body, disrupting her footing slightly.
“Good.” Y/N hums, kissing the side of his head and leaving an ever-so-faint lipstick stain. “Gonna get my makeup off, okay?” she murmurs, much to Harry’s distaste, as he slides his hands down around her thighs and lifts them around his waist. “Woah, easy baby,” Y/N grips his shoulders in a panic, “Careful.” She brushes the strands of hair away from his eyes, delicate and soft.
“Would never drop you,” Harry promises, taking them to their en-suite; albeit at a slower pace than he would sober, but tender in his ministrations as he sits on the toilet seat lid with Y/N still firmly wrapped around and on his lap. She smiles down at him, hands still stroking his face, before reaching across to the sink to grab her makeup remover and cotton pads. Harry stays attentive whilst Y/N cleans her face, eyes never straying and fingers leaving continuous patterns on her skin.
Their movements are slow, as if time has been paused just for the night. And it may as well have been for nothing else mattered more than being in each other’s presence. Harry’s unzipping her, his large hands spread out on her back as her dress falls to the floor and she’s left only in a pair of underwear. She moves to work his jacket off his shoulders and get him down to the same level of undress as she is, quickly breaking their profound eye-contact to hang their clothes up. Harry doesn’t let her go anywhere without touching her, palms smoothing round to her hips as she swivels in his grasp and walks to their wardrobe. They walk together, Harry’s chin perched on top of Y/N’s head as she makes the attempt to stay tidy.
“I’m cold,” he kisses her shoulder, nudging impossibly further into her back.
“Get into bed,” Y/N encourages as she drapes the articles onto hangers.
“Not without you,” Harry shakes his head and his hair dances across her neck, tickling her skin.
“Baby, the bed is one foot away,” she places a hand over one of his on her hip, squeezing lightly in amusement.
“Shhh,” he slurs into her cheek, “just hurry up.” He kisses her jaw softly, trying his hardest to distract but to no avail. Y/N carries on with a small smile on her face, desperately wishing to close her eyes and melt back into him; the small huffs of air from his nose against her neck stirring the butterflies in her stomach.
When she turns around in his grip and pecks his lips briskly, murmuring a small “I’m done,” Harry opens his sleepy eyes, half on his way there but awake enough to bring her mouth back to his with a hand on the back of her head. He takes her bottom lip between his, replaying her gentle whine in his head as their oxygen mingles and her fingers dance along the butterfly on his stomach. Their lips part with a soft sound and Y/N tries to chase him but Harry pulls back with a lazy smile.
They climb into bed and Y/N insists Harry lie on top of her, “Want your weight,” she says, pushing at his back the best she can from her position. He doesn’t take much convincing as he buries his face once again in the crook of her neck. Y/N brings her legs up around his waist under the covers and they meld into one another, skin content to be united.
“Looked so beautiful tonight,” Y/N whispers, hands tugging at his hair gently to get him to lift his head. Harry shifts his forearms to rest either side of her head so he can look down at her.
“Yeah? You think so?” His words are soft, eyes shining as he drops his nose to hers in an eskimo kiss. Y/N nods, her own eyes welling up, causing Harry to frown slightly.
“What's wrong? Don’t cry, m’love,”
“You’re so pretty, Harry, and I’m so proud of you,” Y/N breathes, gazing up at him, eyes flitting around his face.
Harry grins, eyes crinkled and face flushed, “Tha’s why you’re tearful, baby?” She nods again, “I think you’re the prettiest girl in the world,”
“That’s what I wanted to say to you!” Y/N huffs, kicking his back gently with her heel.
“Wanted t’call me the prettiest girl?” He teases and she rolls her eyes.
“Thought you were tired, not fair to bully me like that,” Harry leans down to smush their lips together.
“S’dramatic,” he mumbles against her mouth. “And I am tired but—” Harry wiggles his hips, pressing into Y/N’s lower stomach.
Y/N pulls away from his lips, “You’re horny? Really?” pushing back up and relishing in his groan. 
“It’s a love boner, baby,” Harry whines, “Can I feel you? Just need t’feel you.” Y/N nods quickly, fingers buried in his hair. Their mouths meet again with a new pace yet still utterly tranquil in their own bubble. Harry splits Y/N’s mouth with his tongue, licking slowly against her own and she bucks up against him again, desperate to receive friction. His hands start at her jaw, one trailing down to squeeze her neck softly with the other stroking over her cheek.
The sound of their breathing is short and wanting as their lips slide together in complete contentment – Harry’s hands slide down further, thumbs brushing over Y/N’s nipples and she lets out a gasp, pushing her chest into his hands. Her legs tighten around his waist and Harry smiles into the kiss, pinching her nipples and adoring the way she reacts to his touch.
He knows it’s meant to be quick so they could get some sleep but Harry can’t resist teasing her and himself as he rocks against her, their thin underwear providing no sort of barrier between where they are both hot and aching. His cock nudges against her clit and his tip peeks over the waistband of his briefs which has Y/N reaching down, but Harry grabs her wrists and gathers them in one hand above her head.
“No touch, darlin’, just let me rub on you for a bit,” he breathes into her mouth that’s spit-slicked from his kisses. Y/N’s eyes flutter closed as Harry continues to thrust against her; almost agonisingly slowly but the pleasure is bubbling and she can feel how damp her underwear has become. She connects their lips again but finds her mouth hanging open more often than not as Harry licks into her and up towards the roof of her mouth before trailing down her cheek and her jaw, making his way to her ear.
“You feeling good, baby?” Y/N makes a frantic noise of agreement, “Yeah? You’re gonna come just from this for me, okay? And then I’ll fuck you t’sleep.” His voice is gravelly, tired – he’s had an eventful night and yet Y/N’s pleasure is still important enough to bypass his own needs, even though he knows she'll feel guilty in the morning and offer to suck him off all day. She’s moaning, all breathy and fragmented, hips moving with his as he fucks her over her underwear, his own briefs pushed down just enough to free him. 
Harry trails his hand, that’s not holding her wrists, down to her waistband (the sheet has long since fallen down his back, granting much better access to each other’s bodies) and pulls it to the side, revealing Y/N’s swollen centre. She’s slick, dripping down to her bum, and Harry lets out a guttural noise at the sight, grabbing her legs, one by one, from around him and pushing them into the bed. He places a hand at the apex of her thigh, holding her leg open as he continues to slide his dick through her pussy and over her clit – slipping it underneath the waistband of her underwear and letting it rest back over them both – the newfound skin contact eliciting moans from the both of them.
Y/N can feel her orgasm extending out, tingling through her entire body, “Harry,” she mewls, “I’m– Can I?”
He hums, “Can you what? Gotta say it, Y/N,” The pace stays the same, lazy and inebriated but their heartbeats are hammering, reaching for each other as Harry drops his chest to hers and lifts his thumb to her mouth, swiping across her bottom lip. Y/N opens for him, letting him tap against her tongue before resting it there.
“Can I come?” Harry smiles at her garbled words as she attempts to ask with her mouth full. “Please, Harry,” her eyes are wide and her pupils are dilated, begging him for release.
So when he lowers his mouth to her ear once again and whispers, “Go on, baby, you can come,” Y/N almost immediately lets go, and when she does her eyes scrunch shut and she’s whimpering around Harry’s thumb, feeling every stroke against her clit and loving his weight on her body.
“Good girl,” he kisses her cheek once, twice, three times. “My good girl,” continuing to rub her until she starts to jolt and squeak. Harry takes his hand from her mouth and smooths her hair down, gazing down at Y/N’s watery eyes with a fucked out expression of his own. He can really feel the exhaustion hitting him now, and he still needs to come so he pecks her lips softly, bringing her wrists down from above her head, before reaching down and wrapping a hand around himself.
The sound he makes has Y/N bucking her hips towards him, free hands happily situated in his hair, and Harry swipes a thumb over her clit cruelly. “You’re so greedy f’me,” he simpers as she bucks in surprise.
“Want you to come, Harry. Need to see you come,” Y/N begs (and who was he to deny her that?) which has him guiding himself into her steadily, her underwear still rucked to the side. He sighs into her mouth before connecting their lips, tongue searching for hers and heavy breaths escaping his nose. Y/N tightens her grip on his hair, pulling just the way she knows drives him crazy and he detaches from her mouth with a whine.
His hips falter when she praises him, “I’m so proud of you, Harry, you’re so good. I love you—”Words falling out in jumbles and his tummy is warm and tightening quickly as he maintains the pace he’d been so adamant about. Harry pushes her knees up and into the mattress, feeling every inch of her warmth as he squeezes in and out and drops his forehead to hers, noses bumping with every drive.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes into Y/N’s mouth, face tingling when she leans up to smother her lips on the corner of his and across his cheek. His abdomen is clenching and he can feel every hair on his body standing up.
“Come inside me, baby, want it inside,” she kisses his cheek again and Harry turns his head to catch her mouth, moaning into her as his hips draw back and forth, slowing down even more.
“Fuck, g’na come,” he thrusts in quickly once, the reflex making them both gasp, before regaining the last of his composure. Harry’s eyes are barely open and he’s swirling in his besotted haze while Y/N watches him from underneath, his hair tickling her forehead. From this angle, she thinks he’s never looked better – paired with the way he looked all night she thinks he should be sculpted or painted in the depths of his pleasure. His jaw hangs and his eyebrows furrow, nose tinted pink and Y/N can tell he’s moments away from letting go as his breaths come out shorter and a few whimpers escape his lips.
“Please, Harry, wanna feel it in me,” she whispers and he keens. “Need you to fill me up.” And he’s stuttering inside her once again as his orgasm takes over, his noises making Y/N’s heart race as he empties himself inside of her, the warmth seeping into their bones. 
“Shit,” Harry breathes, dropping back down to Y/N’s chest, still snug inside of her.
“Thank you,” she kisses the side of his face and he lifts his head up to look at her. “I was supposed to make you feel good tonight.”
Harry only laughs, rolling his eyes, “Did you not notice how good you made me feel?” giving an experimental shift inside of her and smiling when she gasps.
“Gotta push my come out, love,” he reluctantly pushes himself up onto his knees, sitting Y/N up with him as he slowly pulls out, her underwear gravitating back over her. Harry’s quick to pull them off her legs and hold them up to where his release has started to drip out. She whimpers slightly at the sight, bending over her waist to get a better view.
He swears he loves her even more in that moment, watching her love the way his come trickles out of her. “You’re filthy.” He pecks her forehead, wiping her down gently and she puckers her lips at him, looking for a kiss. Harry complies, sponging their mouths together a few times before throwing her underwear near the wash basket and tucking himself back into his own.
“You gonna pee?” He asks and she groans, falling back against the pillows.
“Don’t wanna get up, it’s time t’sleep,” Y/N whines, grabbing at the sheets to pull them up around herself. But Harry is having none of it, hovering himself over her and batting the covers away. He only needs to give her a look before she’s ducking under his arms and trudging to their bathroom. The alcohol in Harry’s system is still whirling around and he feels on the edge of sleep as soon as his head hits the pillows, a content smile gracing his face, holding on just long enough for Y/N to climb back in next to him and drape her arm over his chest.
Their breathing syncs up as they drift off and just before they both succumb, Y/N mumbles, “Love you,” to which Harry replies:
“So much.” And she nestles in further, feeling his arm wrap tightly around her shoulder, and he is so glad to be home.
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twopoppies · 4 months
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Harry Styles once again being unfailing thoughtful and kind.
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Never necessarily wanted to be Stanley Tucci til now
Harry: "... love ya."
Stanley: "Aw, love you too."
Harry: "I miss you guys."
😭🥰😭🥰
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shit4elsie · 1 year
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everybody say thank you to mother xcx
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aworldofpattern · 1 year
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Lizzo wearing a custom version of the Golden Phoenix dress by Robert Wun
At the Brit Awards 2023
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truman-blackk · 1 year
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@charli_xcx: I just came to have fun
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thejewellerybox · 1 year
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Lizzo wearing Golden Wisteria Cascade earring, Anabela Chan for Miss Sohee
On the red carpet at the Brit Awards 2023. Her dress is by Robert Wun.
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dracarysice · 1 year
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watching the musketeers and MY MOTHER goes “oh you should read the fanfics they’re quite good” exCUSE ME???
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keep in mind this is a show about four attractive men who fight together wearing leather
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growupandsee · 1 year
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macadamiasoo · 1 year
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shoutout to Gemma who has to carry her drunk ass giant of a little brother home tonight😂
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b0gvvitch · 3 days
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I think about this a lot
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imaslave4u · 2 years
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Victoria Beckham performing with the Spice Girls at the 17th BRIT Awards (February 24, 1997)
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