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Harry Styles is a world famous rock star most known for exploiting his little boyfriend. The boyfriend, Niall, is as innocent and as clueless as can be, but what makes people even more interested in the boy is the fact that he's intersex. Meaning, he's got XY chromosomes but a vagina, a boypussy if you will. He's completely male except for the pretty pink cunt between his legs. Some people find them together offensive and preposterous, but Harry has a massive fan base of millions that go crazy for him and his naïve little twink. Niall has no idea what's going on but Harry has such a hold on him that he just does what he says without a second thought. His only thought is if it pleases Harry he'll do it. Some call their relationship toxic, they may say that Niall has Stockholm Syndrome, but Harry's fans call it hot. They can't get enough of the sweet little beauty. Harry loves to dress him up in slutty little black outfits for example black panties, fishnets, thigh high boots, star shaped nipple covers, and his leather jacket that is oversized on Niall. If Harry's haters think what he does to his boyfriend in public is outrageous it's a good thing they don't know about his Only Fans, it's pretty much porn of Harry pleasuring Niall in different ways…no, it is 100% porn. It's obvious from the videos that Niall doesn't know that Harry is filming. Niall lives in complete ignorant bliss and Harry works hard to keep it that way.
Niall grew up on a tiny farm in the middle of nowhere Ireland knowing nothing of the world but farm life. When Harry found him by some miracle he showed him his world saying, "this is just how the world works sweetheart." Niall was in such awe of Harry and his lifestyle that he fully believed every word Harry told him. It wasn't hard to convince Niall that what they were doing was 100% normal.
Tonight Harry was performing on stage with a crowd of thousands. As per usual he had Niall pressed against him in what most would consider black lingerie. Tonight it was a panties and bralette set paired with knee high tights and nothing else. Harry looked at him, and that's when he got a wicked idea. He finished his song and picked him up, took him over to the bass Amp, and set him down on top of it so he was straddling it. Harry signaled to his bass player to start their next song, the one with the most bass. Niall's mouth fell open, the vibrations were so intense. Harry stood behind him rubbing Niall's bare sides with his large hands and started singing his song. Niall made these little gaspy sounds each time the bass player played a new cord. Harry touched the front of Niall's panties, "so wet," he moaned in the middle of his song and then kept singing. Then there was a bass solo. Niall cried out and squirmed on the Amp, gripping the sides making his knuckles turn white. Harry slid his hands under Niall's bralette, "intense isn't it baby? God you're so gorgeous," Harry purred in his ear as he orgasmed in front of the crowd of thousands. The crowd was feral, they loved watching Niall be so vulnerable in front of them. When the bass solo was over Harry moved in front of him and kept singing. Niall reached for Harry but Harry tutted at him, "nuh uh baby boy, you stay right there until the songs over." Niall bit his lip and whimpered, quickly moving into overstimulation. His skin flushed and became hot and clammy. He started panting and he pressed his hands between his legs at the soreness the continuous stimulation caused his pussy. Harry came back over to him to stand behind him again. He snaked his arms around Niall’s waist and caressed his thighs. Niall moved his hands from between his legs to grip Harry’s arms. “Harry,” Niall whined as Harry started kissing his neck. The song ended with some heavy bass and Niall couldn’t handle it anymore, he snapped his legs closed and sobbed. The last vibrations of the Amp faded out and Niall slumped back against Harry’s chest. Harry chuckled and pushed some sweaty hair out of the way so he could kiss Niall’s forehead. He picked the shaking boy up and set him on his feet next to him. Niall’s legs were trembling so badly he was trying so hard to stay standing. “Look baby, you left a wet spot from that sweet little pussy of yours, that is so hot,” Harry bent down to lick it up. The crowd went wild. Niall whined when his wobbly knees couldn’t hold him up any longer and he almost fell over, but luckily Harry caught him. He picked him up bridal style and took him to sit down. Harry sat on one of the boxes placed on stage for him to sit on and he settled Niall in his lap. Niall was so exhausted from the overstimulation that he just laid back against Harry and listened to him sing his next and last song of the night. This song was a bit softer than what he normally plays, so he just sat there rubbing his hand that wasn’t holding his mic around Niall’s tiny tired body.
When the concert was over he thanked his fans and took Niall off the stage. Harry kissed him, “you were stunning as always, I can’t get enough of the way those lights shine against that beautiful pale skin.” Niall giggled and placed his little hands on Harry’s sparse stubble, “and you sounded amazing as always,” Niall laid his head on Harry’s shoulder, “I love hearing you sing, I’ll never get tired of your voice.” Harry moaned, “oh god, you are too pure for this world,” he pressed his forehead to Niall’s, “I love you.” Niall smiled and kissed Harry again, “I love you too.” Harry kissed him a few more times then started walking towards where their limo driver would be waiting, “since I made you all tired and sore, how does some fast food and cuddles sound?” Niall nodded, “sounds amazing.” Harry gave a brief nod to his limo driver/bodyguard and they were escorted out of the venue and into the limo. Harry sat Niall in his lap and buckled them in together, he literally can’t go one minute without touching Niall or he thinks he might die. They were dropped off to Harry’s lavish New York penthouse and when they got inside Harry ordered some food to be delivered to them. Then they got into the shower together. The water was warm and so were their bodies pressed together for sweet kisses and touches. Harry gave Niall some fresh panties and one of his old band-Ts to wear, it almost touched down to his knees and hung off his shoulder. Harry groaned, “ugh! You look so delicious! If you weren’t too sore I’d ravish you right here, right now,” he got closer to his face, “don’t worry, there’s always tomorrow,” he whispered. He pressed a kiss to Niall’s blushing cheeks and led him out of their bedroom. He adored how Niall still gets embarrassed despite all the dirty nasty things they’ve done over the past two years that they’ve been together.
When they entered the living room the doorbell rang signaling that their food was here with perfect timing. Harry sat Niall on the couch out of view from the front door because Niall wearing his oversized shirt was for his eyes only. He didn’t want some hormonal teenage fast food worker getting any ideas. He thanked the kid and tipped him generously then sent him on his way, shutting the door behind him and locking it. Harry turned the lights down low and turned on a movie. He plopped on the couch and pulled Niall onto his lap. He handed Niall his food and they ate while they watched the random movie Harry had turned on. Half way through it Harry realized that Niall had gone still against his chest and his breathing had gotten quiet. He looked down to find him fast asleep with crumbs still on his face. Harry laughed quietly to himself, oh how he adored this boy. “You are seriously too cute,” he gushed to Niall’s sleeping form, wiping his face. He turned off the movie and carried Niall off to bed.
In the morning Niall woke up slowly to the feeling of Harry sucking on his neck. He hummed sleepily and pressed his neck further against Harry’s mouth. Harry’s hands were resting on Niall’s tummy and he slid them down, one up Niall’s shirt, and the other down the front of his panties. He rested the one down his panties between his legs for a second and focused on playing with his nipples with the other. Niall kept his eyes closed as he moaned, “oh Harry,” squirming against Harry’s body. Niall was content like this, and Harry decided he was a little too content so he started tapping his finger against his clit. Niall gasped and blinked his eyes open. His cheeks flushed and he lifted his hips, biting his lips with a whimper. “Good morning baby,” Harry cooed in his ear with a teasing tone. Harry quickened the pace of his finger, changing to swiping motions. “Ha- Harry,” Niall’s breath hitched at the pleasure Harry’s finger was giving him. Niall moaned as his stomach muscles tightened and he gripped Harry’s shirt underneath him to ground him through his orgasm. “That’s it baby, that’s it, absolutely beautiful,” Harry breathed. He pulled his hand out from under Niall’s panties and Niall watched with red cheeks as Harry licked his finger clean. He tapped each of Niall’s nipples one more time, earning a squeak from the small boy, before pulling his other hand out from under there as well. Niall turned to give Harry a sweet kiss, “thank you, what a lovely way to wake up,” he played with the waistband of Harry’s pants, “want me to return the favor?” Harry moaned, “that would be nice baby. Go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up and I’ll meet you in there in a second.” Harry patted Niall’s bum as he climbed off the bed and made his way into the bathroom.
Harry got up and picked up the camera that was discreetly placed in his bookshelf. He looked to see if it was recording and he downloaded the video onto his computer. He uploaded it onto his Only Fans account and titled it “How to Wake Up Your Baby When He’s the Prettiest Thing in the World.” This video was on the mild end of his content on this page, it could be considered family friendly compared to some of the other stuff he films himself doing to Niall. He smiled when saw views already starting to stream in and he closed his laptop to join Niall in the bathroom. In the afternoon Harry's managers had scheduled him and Niall a few “errands,” but really it was just a pap walk. These walks were to appease the paparazzi and keep them from digging too deep into Harry's private life. Harry dressed Niall in black spandex booty shorts and a black crop top that was so short that if he lifted his arms his nipples would show. This was a milder outfit for what Harry normally put him in, but today he didn't feel like sharing that much of his little boyfriend. The minute they stepped out of the building they were surrounded by paparazzi and flashing lights. Harry wrapped his arm tightly around Niall’s waist and held him closely to his body. Niall wrapped his arms around Harry and buried his face into his side. They could hardly get past the door, but Harry was able to fight his way through with the help of his bodyguard. Just as they got past the sea of paps, Niall squeaked and tightened his grip on Harry. “What is it baby?” Harry asked him quietly. “One of them pinched my bum,” Niall whispered in reply. Harry huffed and turned around, whisking Niall behind him so he could be a barrier between him and the paparazzi still snapping pictures of him. “Which one of you creepy little vultures thought it was ok to touch my boyfriend?” Harry barked. The crowd went silent except for one man in the front, “and I’d do it again,” he snarked. Harry didn’t hesitate to step towards him and clock the guy right in the face. The man fell to the ground and Harry stomped on his camera, smashing it to pieces. The herd of paparazzi froze for a second, then they started rapidly snapping more pictures. Harry is notorious for using his fists and other acts of violence, especially when it came to defending Niall, so catching him in the act was like gold to these people. “No one touches my boyfriend!” he bellowed, pointing his finger accusingly at the group. He glared at them for a while longer for good measure, then grabbed Niall’s hand and pulled him away from the crowd of evil scavengers. Unfortunately this was a regular occurrence for the small boy. People watched Harry touch him intimately and they wanted to too, but Harry doesn’t play when it comes to Niall. Harry is like a dragon, he’s extremely possessive of what’s most precious to him, and that would be Niall. Anyone who tries to get too close, WILL get burned.