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"Oh yeah," I smiled to myself while the first beats of one of my favourite songs filled the dressing room of the small boutique I was currently in. I started swaying my hips around while trying on a couple of shirts from Boom Bap and ElevenParis. I swear to god, those labels were made for me.

Suddenly, the curtain flung open and I turned around coming face to face with Harry, my secret boyfriend. We were currently on a shopping spree, having trouble with all the paparazzi and fans. The public did not yet know that we were dating, we were 'just friends' as of now, but we were thinking about announcing it soon.

"Harry, what the..." I started, but he cut me off by whistling and looking down my shirt. I was only wearing a long, white tank top from Boom Bap, with 'FUCK' written across the boobs, beneath there were three squares with 'You', 'Me' and 'Off'. Needless to say, I was in love with that shirt.

"Well, I'd definitely pick the first one," Harry chuckled and came at me, pushing me against the large mirror.

"Harry, stop, someone might see," I moaned while he started trailing kisses down my neck, stroking his hands up my naked thighs.

"I highly doubt that. Now, shut your pretty mouth and let me fuck you," he growled in a low voice and I could feel myself getting wet. Harshly, he pulled down my panties and brought his fingers to my aching core. I arched my back and let out a little pant.

"For fuck's sake, Styles, we're in public!" I was still trying to get him off, but he inserted two fingers into my core and I let out an involuntary moan. His mouth formed into a cocky smirk while he started pumping in and out, massaging my breasts with his free hand.

"You're not getting out of this one, love," he said dangerously slow before attacking my neck with kisses again, leaving hickeys without a doubt. I fisted his hair in my hand, pressing the other tightly against his bum, inching him closer.

His fingers increased their speed, and I was breathing heavy now. I knew I would cum within the next minute if I didn't stop him, so I started fiddling with his zipper. He retreated and smiled at me happily. I pulled down his trousers along with his boxers and freed his gorgeous dick. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I put my hand around his shaft and looked at Harry with a cheeky grin.

"Suck it real good, babe," he said in a commanding tone and I put my lips around his tip, sucking gently before starting to put it into my mouth. Slowly, I let his dick hit the back of my throat once before I started bobbing up and down, watching as his member slipped in and out of me, all wet and delicious.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Harry groaned and I smiled thinking about how turned-on he must be by being able to look at me suck him off through the large mirror. I increased my speed and started swallowing when he hit the back of my throat, and Harry came within seconds, shooting his sweet juice down my throat.

I licked him all clean like the good secret girlfriend I am and got up, smiling as if nothing had just happened. Harry put his hands around my face and gave me a long and romantic kiss. I giggled when he let go and started to get dressed when his hands kept me from doing so.

"Uh-uh, love, I'm not done with you yet," he said before dropping down to his knees like I just did. I sighed, but couldn't withstand his charm and the orgasm that was about to come, so I slung one leg around his shoulder while he kissed my still wet core, making me moan slightly. Harry started sucking on my fun button, and I closed my eyes at the pleasant feeling, loving him do that to me every fucking time. His tongue started swirling around my core expertly, and when he added two fingers again, I was close to cum right then and there, but something was holding me back. The music had just died down, and it was eerily silent.

Just then, the next song started and I sighed with pure bliss while rolling my hips against Harry's face with the slow rhythm. He smiled against my core, knowing I loved that song and increased his speed, his free hand now kneading my buttocks. I lasted all through the intro and the first chorus before the wave of pleasure caught me and I moaned loudly while spilling my juices all over Harry to the sick beat of Skrillex's masterwork.

When we were done, I got dressed, buying the shirts I had just tried on, and we made our way outside. I tried to hide, walking a few feet behind Harry, but he took my hand in his, dragging me along.

We made it home safely, and just then, I got a call from my sister.

"Hello?" I asked, surprised that she was calling.

"Oh my fucking god, Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you and Harry were a thing?" she asked and my heart dropped. Had they caught us on camera?

"How... how do you know?" I asked back, fearing for the worst.

"I just saw a picture of you and him holding hands, and you had the biggest hickey possible on your neck. Please tell me it's from him!" she squealed and I looked into the next mirror, shocked to see that there was really a very prominent hickey on my neck.

"Fuuuuck... yes, it's true," I swore and she squealed again. After a couple more minutes, I finally got rid of her. Walking into the living room, I found Harry lounging on the couch, watching TV. I grabbed the remote and switched it off, positioning myself in his view.

"Hey, I was watching that! What's wrong?" he asked upon seeing my stern face.

"We're out. They got pictures of the hickey," I said gravely, showing him my neck. He kept still for a second before a cheeky smile slowly crept across his face.

"You wanker! You did that on purpose!" I yelled, now amused myself and pounced on him, hitting him playfully with my tiny fists. He tried to block my punches while chuckling loudly. Of course, we ended up with me on my back, Harry towering above me.

"I just couldn't wait any longer," he grinned while kissing me. I broke free and smiled dirtily.

"I'm gonna pay you back, Styles," I threatened, grabbing his hard on through his pants.

"I sincerely hope so," he grinned back, grinding his crotch into my hand. I bit my lip and freed him from his pants.

"Please me, Harry Styles, I'm your girlfriend after all," I purred and he moaned before fiddling with my pants, ridding me of them seconds later. As he slowly pushed himself into me, he kissed me like only he could. Slow, romantic and hot as fuck.

"Oh, I will, don't you worry."

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