#harrydirtyimagines

[hairystyless]

The public (smut, NSFW)

Note: literally smut and obvs cursing.

You and Harry wanted to go out for lunch but during the drive you were both so horny and some paparazzi saw. They started to question what was really going on. I’m not proud of this one but yeh :))

“Im starving pet,” harry has his arms wide open for me to cuddle. I love fancy Harry, when he’s on stage with expensive clothes but casual Harry is the best too. Just comfortable dark clothes, to keep himself warm. Not everyone gets to see this version of Harry only some occasions. Harry holds me while I put my head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

“Do you want to get lunch or make lunch,” I ask.

“Let’s go out babe I forgot what the outside looks like,” he hops of the bed and enters our closet. He takes a pair of sneakers and slides his foot in them. I giggle watching him keen to go out side since the tour. Harry has been so tired but he’s had fun he says. I already changed the next thing to do was grab Harry’s keys and enter in the car.

We don’t really fight on where to get food anymore since we have our favourite cheap cafe we’ve been hanging out since we met.

“You look great today honey,” I looked at his outfit from his shoes to his hair. He smiles hiding his eyes with his sunglasses.

“Don’t I look good everyday honey,” He giggles to himself.

“Yeh you’re hot as fuck,” I placed my hand on his thigh squeezing it.

“You’re going to be the death of me and I still won’t stop you.” He gives up a second off the road to look at me.

“Harry can we stop for a second,” I took my seatbelt off and leaned in closer. I lightly touched his hard on his pants then sneaking my hands under his shirt.

“You’re so hungry,” he stops the car and unbuckled his belt. I lowered my head whilst he grabs his huge hard cock for me. I took my time to tease him, he despises my teasing. He doesn’t hate it because their is someone in him that admires it. I lick his balls to his head.

“Y/n the teasin,” he warns. I swirl my tongue around him before I take him in me. I tightened my tongue around him whilst I go up and down on his dick. He was a moaning wreck, holding my hair in his hands helping me continue. Suddenly his dick twitches in my mouth.

“Y/n stop don’t want t’come just yet,” I wipe my wet mouth with my hands. Looking at his shiny glossy dick still hard.

“Why?” I suck my fingers that had left over cum.

“I like saving the delicious meals the last and plus the public,” he looks out the window and a suspicious man I think was taking pictures. Harry and I would fuck pretty much every minute when we finally come home from our businesses. He has to go to tour for a few months and when I find a new role for a movie my agents want me in I leave home.

Harry places his hands on my cheeks and presses his lips on mine while our tongues brush each other. His hands slither down my chest grabbing my breasts, to continue between my legs. He puts his hands in my pants circling his middle finger over my panties. I feel my panties dampen, my heart started to beat faster. I tilt my head back letting go of his lips.

“Harry oh keep going,” and that’s when he pulled his fingers to rudely suck them off right infront of my face.

“Sorry pet, you’re gonna be the dessert after lunch,” He smirks. Proud of himself.

“Fuck you styles,” I buckle my belt I pulled my finger. He looked for a second then snickered.

“Fuck you styles? You mean fuck me styles? You’re gonna be beggin for this soon,” He corrected pointing at his dick.

He made a turn and we arrived at the place. Before we even entered the café paparazzi started to crowd us already. “What was going on in that car y/n,” the cameras were all up on my face. Harry answers. “None of your business.” The people kept continuing to annoy and frustrate us what was happening in the car which was pretty obvious. Tomorrow or tonight those photos are going to be released and me and harry were beyond used to it. The amount of photos went viral when a photo of Harry grabbing my tits while making out in the after parties of an award show. It was shit quality but even a dumb man can describe what was going on that night. Fans were furious, even when I started to see him some didn’t like me, they started to slut shame but not everyone. Harry opens the door holding my arm tight hoping the paparazzi doesn’t grab me away from him like last time.

The waiters shooed the paparazzi away with a police threat.

Harry places his hands both on each side of my waist.

“Sorry for what happened my love,” he apologised whispering to me. I dated boys from Hollywood but not boys with a huge fan base and paparazzi following them everywhere. I give him a smile full of sympathy.

“Sorry about that, so what does my favourite favourite good looking couple want today?” He grabs the towel from his shoulder and starts to wipe the cups.

“Usual thank you,” Harry says. Before we sit he gropes my ass in secrecy.

I gasp from his actions.

“I’m sorry about them, they’re forever going to be mean,” he looks down waiting for his food. He didn’t want to show his feelings. I grab his hand which was across from mine.

“I know and they’re never gonna change but as long as I got you everything is fine for me,” I kiss his soft hands and let go. Smug appears on his lips and a tint of red falls on his cheeks. We were interrupted by the waitress handing us our lunch. He starts to dig in the food.

“I wish we stayed home love, that wouldn’t have happened. We would’ve made food at home and fucked anywhere we liked with no one peeking,” He bit his lips thinking about sex.

“Waiter we’re not leaving yet so save this table for us,” He nods placing a sign. Harry grabs my hands helping me up leading me to the disabled bathroom real quick.

“This time those pesky paps wont see,” his fingers take off my grey leggings off. He shoves two fingers in with no warning. Licks my wet pussy. He replaces his fingers with his tongue. Both hands lift me up. I look down and see the greatest man that’s so successful and the handsomest go down on me. Thinking about it made more weak. Feeling his tongue go in circles on my clit then casually sliding in me. He takes his mouth of me and a string of saliva stretches from his tongue. He stands up and kisses me while I hear him unbuckling his belt around his waist as fast as he can, then taking his jacket off throwing it on the sink.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here but you better shut up or I’ll stop and you hate that,” he takes his hard out, lifts me up with both hands and goes in me. He starts off slow, pushing me against the wall with his hand on my mouth to shut me up. I kiss his neck at the start then moves on to his lips. I forgot that I had lipstick on and it left marks on his neck. I know he messed up my makeup and I messed up his hair he took care off this morning but it was all worth it. After he starts to thrust in faster. Feeling the pleasure going up my spine into my brain and it made moan loud his hand vibrates against my lips.

“Quiet baby,” he whispers in my ear, feeling his hot breath against my ear.

“Harry I can’t t-take it anym-.”

“No were going t’come together honey,” he starts to thrust slower, getting tired. The wall felt warmer from all the fucking against it. He presses his lips against my chest as he starts to slow down.

“Come now baby girl.”

“Oh fuck harry,” we let go of our juices together. We both looked down as he pulled out. His cock was shiny, covered in my wetness.

“We can have a round 2 when we get home babe, now let’s leave.” He takes my hand before waiting for my reply. We take our clothes and put them on right away. I forgot to mention the lipstick and forgot to fix our looks so the media doesn’t have any questions as we opened the glass doors.

Moments later our eyes were flashed and Harry held me tighter so I would let go. He made sure I got in the car because he did.

“Y/N, Y/N tell us about-,”

“Harry why do you have lipsti-,” we both ignored the questions and drove of home running out of breath.