One direction dirty imagines
HARRY'S SISTER { LIAM }
You were boarding the train and got really excited. You were going to visit your brother Harry on his worldwide stadium tour and were so happy about it. You hadn’t seen him in months and you really missed him. You got to your seat, sat down and played with your phone. You waited for the train to start moving and then you Facetimed Harry. It rang so many times that you were about to give up when suddenly the word “connected” appeared on your screen. Then, Harry popped up.
“(Y/N)!!” he yelled.
“Harry! How are you?”
“I’m great! I’m so excited you’re coming to visit! Where are you anyway?” he asked.
“I’m on the train right now!”
“Good! You better!” he said, laughing.
“So how are the boys? Is everyone doing okay? Any drama going on?” you asked.
“Who the bloody hell is that?” you heard someone shout from far away.
Liam appeared on screen and immediately rolled his eyes when he saw you. You and Liam definitely had an interesting relationship. You both couldn’t stand each other; you loved Harry to pieces but you always wanted to strangle Liam. He was always talking shit about you and you did the exact same to him. You even remember one time on the TMH tour, you woke up soaking wet because Liam decided that it would make his day better if he woke you up by throwing a cold bucket of water onto you. He was an absolute ass and what’s worse was the sexual tension between you two. I still don’t get why I hate him but I’d fuck him, you thought.
“Oh it’s just (Y/N)” he muttered.
“Hi jerkoff, how are you?” you said, sarcastically.
“Oh that’s cute, you think I’m the jerkoff…What about those twenty guys you jerked off huh?”
“What’s he talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked, distraught.
“Oh don’t worry Harry; Liam’s being his usually self and acting like an ass”
“Takes one to know one”
“Aw that’s cute, last time I heard that was in the playground buddy”
“Enough you two!” Harry practically shouted, “You both better behave when you’re together because I miss you (Y/N) and I want to make the most of the little time we have together”
“Fine. I’ll tolerate it just for you Harry” Liam answered.
You rolled your eyes. Liam left and you said goodbye to Harry, knowing full well you’d see him in half an hour at the train station. You put your music on, blasted it into your ears and closed your eyes for a bit. You felt the train stop and you got extremely excited. You got off and went to the main entrance where Harry and the other boys were waiting for you, including Liam. You hugged each one excitedly, and left Liam out. He simply just rolled his eyes.
***
The concert was amazing and now you were all ready for the after party. It was being held in a local club. You had worn a nice little black dress and had your hair up like a beauty queen. You got inside the club and it was moving. The sounds were vibrant, the people were loud and the drinks were flowing. You had bet Niall that you could stomach the most shots. He took your bet and led you to the bar. You both had seven shots lined up and the one who could take them all without spitting any out or puking won. You started and everything was going great. Your brain started feeling fuzzy at five, but you knew you had to keep going. You took the two others and looked over at Niall who was still on number five. You yelled victoriously and some of the people who were watching cheered. You went to the dance floor and danced your butt off. Everything was going great, until Liam approached you. He definitely did not look sober. He got closer and whispered in your ear:
“Come with me, we need to talk”
You were hesitant. But, you were drunk so you thought, what the hell! What’s the worse that could happen?
He brought you to a cab and waved his hand for you to get in. You did as you were told and he got in after. The cab brought you both back to the tour bus. He told you to follow him as he went into the bus. You took a moment to think about it, then followed right behind. You got inside and went to sit next to Liam on the couch.
“So, what’s up?”
“I despise you,” he said.
“Uh, let me get this straight: you drag me all the way back home so you could tell me you despised me? You’re such a joke, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“This is what’s wrong”
He dove onto you and attacked your mouth with his. He aggressively slid his tongue into your mouth, and pushed you down on the sofa. He was running his hands all over you, teasing you to the core. He stopped and said:
“Like I said, this is what’s wrong with me. I despise you, but I want to fuck you so bad”
He looked at you for a green light, and you gave it to him when you grabbed onto his wife beater and pulled him closer to you. He smiled in delight. You pushed him back up and made-out with him again. You both got up, still grabbing onto each other’s bodies, making your way to the pull out bed at the back of the bus. As you made your way there, you ripped off his wife beater, and he did the same to your dress. Both your clothes were scattered all throughout the bus’ runway. You both finally made it to the room, still grabbing viciously at each other’s bodies. Liam pushed you onto the bed. He grinned. He practically jumped on you and his mouth made its way to your breasts. He was sucking on them and nipping at them. You knew that you’d have bruises and hickies the next day. You pushed him onto his back and kissed his neck, violently, and slowly made your way down to his member. You took all of him in your mouth, deep-throating him entirely. He groaned at the sensation. You delicately grazed your teeth against him and he groaned even louder. He was looking at you now, so you winked at him.
“Oh fuck (Y/N)” was all he could manage.
You slowly crawled back up to his face, making sure your clit rubbed against his member. You felt Liam’s legs twitch underneath you. You put your face right up against his and whispered seductively:
“I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow”
“Oh yes, I can definitely do that” he said, almost growling.
You smiled. You knew you were in for a good night. You lied down on your back and spread your legs. Liam entered you and you gasped. He was so big. You wrapped your legs around his waist, but Liam had other plans. He placed your legs on top of his shoulders so that the back of your knees would be resting onto the shoulder. He then proceeded to pull out and then slam into you. He pulled out and slammed into you again. He did this several times and it felt amazing but the anticipation was overwhelming. Liam probably felt the same because he then put both hands on your waist and started slamming into you. With his hands, he was able to pull you closer as he thrust heavy, deep thrusts into you. He was going faster and faster and you knew you were about to come. He slammed into you one more time and that did it for you. You moaned out his name in pleasure as he kept thrusting into you. He came as soon as he heard you say his name. He groaned loudly and said:
“Oh fuck (Y/N)”
He kept slamming into you to make it feel even better. He slowed his pace and then stopped altogether, pulling out of you. He lay down on his back for a moment before he got up. He started putting his clothes back on and you noticed a few bruises on his body already. Whoops, you thought. After a moment, he looked at you and said:
“You know, I think I can learn to not hate you,” he said, smiling.
“Well, if not hating you means we get to do this, then yes, I can definitely learn to not hate you Liam”.
He laughed and took his clothes off again, preparing for round two.
“(Y/N)!!” he yelled.
“Harry! How are you?”
“I’m great! I’m so excited you’re coming to visit! Where are you anyway?” he asked.
“I’m on the train right now!”
“Good! You better!” he said, laughing.
“So how are the boys? Is everyone doing okay? Any drama going on?” you asked.
“Who the bloody hell is that?” you heard someone shout from far away.
Liam appeared on screen and immediately rolled his eyes when he saw you. You and Liam definitely had an interesting relationship. You both couldn’t stand each other; you loved Harry to pieces but you always wanted to strangle Liam. He was always talking shit about you and you did the exact same to him. You even remember one time on the TMH tour, you woke up soaking wet because Liam decided that it would make his day better if he woke you up by throwing a cold bucket of water onto you. He was an absolute ass and what’s worse was the sexual tension between you two. I still don’t get why I hate him but I’d fuck him, you thought.
“Oh it’s just (Y/N)” he muttered.
“Hi jerkoff, how are you?” you said, sarcastically.
“Oh that’s cute, you think I’m the jerkoff…What about those twenty guys you jerked off huh?”
“What’s he talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked, distraught.
“Oh don’t worry Harry; Liam’s being his usually self and acting like an ass”
“Takes one to know one”
“Aw that’s cute, last time I heard that was in the playground buddy”
“Enough you two!” Harry practically shouted, “You both better behave when you’re together because I miss you (Y/N) and I want to make the most of the little time we have together”
“Fine. I’ll tolerate it just for you Harry” Liam answered.
You rolled your eyes. Liam left and you said goodbye to Harry, knowing full well you’d see him in half an hour at the train station. You put your music on, blasted it into your ears and closed your eyes for a bit. You felt the train stop and you got extremely excited. You got off and went to the main entrance where Harry and the other boys were waiting for you, including Liam. You hugged each one excitedly, and left Liam out. He simply just rolled his eyes.
***
The concert was amazing and now you were all ready for the after party. It was being held in a local club. You had worn a nice little black dress and had your hair up like a beauty queen. You got inside the club and it was moving. The sounds were vibrant, the people were loud and the drinks were flowing. You had bet Niall that you could stomach the most shots. He took your bet and led you to the bar. You both had seven shots lined up and the one who could take them all without spitting any out or puking won. You started and everything was going great. Your brain started feeling fuzzy at five, but you knew you had to keep going. You took the two others and looked over at Niall who was still on number five. You yelled victoriously and some of the people who were watching cheered. You went to the dance floor and danced your butt off. Everything was going great, until Liam approached you. He definitely did not look sober. He got closer and whispered in your ear:
“Come with me, we need to talk”
You were hesitant. But, you were drunk so you thought, what the hell! What’s the worse that could happen?
He brought you to a cab and waved his hand for you to get in. You did as you were told and he got in after. The cab brought you both back to the tour bus. He told you to follow him as he went into the bus. You took a moment to think about it, then followed right behind. You got inside and went to sit next to Liam on the couch.
“So, what’s up?”
“I despise you,” he said.
“Uh, let me get this straight: you drag me all the way back home so you could tell me you despised me? You’re such a joke, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“This is what’s wrong”
He dove onto you and attacked your mouth with his. He aggressively slid his tongue into your mouth, and pushed you down on the sofa. He was running his hands all over you, teasing you to the core. He stopped and said:
“Like I said, this is what’s wrong with me. I despise you, but I want to fuck you so bad”
He looked at you for a green light, and you gave it to him when you grabbed onto his wife beater and pulled him closer to you. He smiled in delight. You pushed him back up and made-out with him again. You both got up, still grabbing onto each other’s bodies, making your way to the pull out bed at the back of the bus. As you made your way there, you ripped off his wife beater, and he did the same to your dress. Both your clothes were scattered all throughout the bus’ runway. You both finally made it to the room, still grabbing viciously at each other’s bodies. Liam pushed you onto the bed. He grinned. He practically jumped on you and his mouth made its way to your breasts. He was sucking on them and nipping at them. You knew that you’d have bruises and hickies the next day. You pushed him onto his back and kissed his neck, violently, and slowly made your way down to his member. You took all of him in your mouth, deep-throating him entirely. He groaned at the sensation. You delicately grazed your teeth against him and he groaned even louder. He was looking at you now, so you winked at him.
“Oh fuck (Y/N)” was all he could manage.
You slowly crawled back up to his face, making sure your clit rubbed against his member. You felt Liam’s legs twitch underneath you. You put your face right up against his and whispered seductively:
“I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow”
“Oh yes, I can definitely do that” he said, almost growling.
You smiled. You knew you were in for a good night. You lied down on your back and spread your legs. Liam entered you and you gasped. He was so big. You wrapped your legs around his waist, but Liam had other plans. He placed your legs on top of his shoulders so that the back of your knees would be resting onto the shoulder. He then proceeded to pull out and then slam into you. He pulled out and slammed into you again. He did this several times and it felt amazing but the anticipation was overwhelming. Liam probably felt the same because he then put both hands on your waist and started slamming into you. With his hands, he was able to pull you closer as he thrust heavy, deep thrusts into you. He was going faster and faster and you knew you were about to come. He slammed into you one more time and that did it for you. You moaned out his name in pleasure as he kept thrusting into you. He came as soon as he heard you say his name. He groaned loudly and said:
“Oh fuck (Y/N)”
He kept slamming into you to make it feel even better. He slowed his pace and then stopped altogether, pulling out of you. He lay down on his back for a moment before he got up. He started putting his clothes back on and you noticed a few bruises on his body already. Whoops, you thought. After a moment, he looked at you and said:
“You know, I think I can learn to not hate you,” he said, smiling.
“Well, if not hating you means we get to do this, then yes, I can definitely learn to not hate you Liam”.
He laughed and took his clothes off again, preparing for round two.
These are amazing!!!
9/25/16