xxx When I wrote this I was 12 and a very inexperienced author. Now, that I have been working on my writing skills more, I'm going to rewrite this A.S.A.P xxx
Chapter One: Ready For Your Surprise?
Harry was finally off tour after four long months and had a few weeks to just chill, do whatever the hell he wanted to do. Harry's first thing on his on his to-do list would obviously be you, his girlfriend.
He invites you to dinner at Jaime Ce Liue, a new French restaurant in town, for dinner at around 8 O'clock. You prepare for the date by taking a long, soothing, warm bubble bath. Once dried off, you straighten your hair, knowing Harry loves it, apply a black smoky eyeshadow, soak your lashes in mascara and smear strawberry red lipstick on your lucious lips. You want to look sexy for your man, but have to look classy at the same time because you are going to a very fancy, expensive eatery.
You slip on sheer pink panties and a matching pushup bra. You have to look good for Harry after the date when you make love. You slide your body into a skin tight, mid thigh, red dress, showing off your figure. And a pair of blackheels to top it off. You hail a cab and arrive to Jaime Ce Lieu within ten minutes.
You stride on over to the enterance when you feel a warm, pair of strong arms wrap around your middle. "I missed you so much, (Y/N)," your boy purrs in your ear. Blood rushes to your face and you giggle. "I missed my little boy!" you respond. "I'm not so little...if you get what I'm saying." he adds with a wink. Harry is sporting a grey bowtie and he is rocking his natural "sex-hair" as usual.
Your intimate moment is cut short when paparazzi begins to swarm the area. "Shit, let's get inside here. The pap aren't allowed in," Harry grunts in frustration. He ushers you into the restaurant and then to your table. It is a half circle booth with red velvet seats. There is a circular black table placed in the middle, draped with a red lace cloth.
A boquet of white and red roses lie on the table and Harry grins, "This is only part one of your surprise." He hands you the flowers and you smile excitedly, "My surprise? What is it?"
"Well..." he begins, " If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, now would it?" You put on your best puppy dog face and sigh, "I guess you are right!"
You two finish your appatizers when Harry clumsily drops his fork. "Oopsy daisy!" he squeals, yes squeals, in a mocking gay voice. "I'll get that!" The Brit crawls under the table and runs his fingers down your just waxed, smooth legs. "Mahaja! H-harry, what are you doing?!" you say a bit too loudly.
"Shhhh or I can't do this!" your man whispers. Your panties are slowly slide down to your ankles and you feel a warm finger rub your clit. "Ooooh!" you moan into your napkin, hoping no one heard. Harry caresses your already wet vagina and quickly jams a finger in. "Gahhh..." you whimper. He jams in two more fingers and moves them in and out of you. You begin to moan uncontrollably and are forced to cough over and over as a cover. Harry moves his three fingers in and out of you faster and faster.
You feel yourself ready to blow and whisper below the table. "H-harry, b-baby I'm g-going to cum..." Harry cheekily smiles and replies, "Perfect. That was my plan all along." You bury your face in your napkin as you reach an orgasm and the boy attaches his lips to your vagina.
He licks up all the liquids and pulls your underwear back up. Harry crawls out from under the table with his fork and takes his seat as if nothing ever happened. "Now, that was part two. Ready for part three of your surprise, babe?" You swoon at the nickname he gave you and nod a bit nervous. You aren't nearly as kinky as Styles, but you always play his sex games to keep him happy. And plus, they are very pleasurable.
"I think so..." you answer nervously, still coping from the previous game. Harry excuses himself from the table and walks to the restrooms. "I wonder what else he has up his sleeve..." you wonder aloud. Fifteen minutes past and your lover still isn't back. Worry takes over and you walk into the mens bathroom and call his name. "I've been waiting for your arrival!" Harry pulls you into the largest stall and flips down the latch. "I hope you're ready for part three, babe," he sexily growls as he pulls down his slacks and boxer briefs, revealing his stiff 8 inch dick. Harry rips off your underwear, yet again, and heels, later throwing them in a pile. Harry lifts you up and commands you to wrap your legs around his waist.
"Yes, sir!" you obey with a smile. Harry pushes you roughly against the wall and thrusts into you, giving you no time to adjust to his large size. You gasp in surprise and scream in pleasure, "HARRY!" He jams his cock further into you, making you weak in the knees. "O-ooooh, baby!" your moans echo through the bathroom and into the resturant. Diners stare at the bathroom in shock and mummur in disgust things along the lines of, "How innapropriate," "What sex machines," and, "Are they doing the dirty deed?! In a fucking bathroom!"
Harry abruptly pulls out of you, tucks his manhood back in his pants and adjusts his bowtie. "It seems a few passerbys have discovered our... love making," he adds before walking out of the bathroom, leaving you there all alone! You quickly re-dress yourself and stumble out of the restrooms, feeling all eyes on you. You feel your face grow red and speed walk to your table, looking to the ground the whole way. You search for him, but only find a small, folded piece of paper on your seat. You excitedly open up the note and read quietly to yourself, "Meet me at my place for the next part of your surprise, kitten. I can't wait to see your pussy, again -H"
To be continued....
xxx This is my first ever dirty imagine! I hope it wasn't too bad. Sorry, if there are any typos, which I'm most positive there are! I typed this on my phone. Roxie xxx
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As the title implies, this is a book of One Direction imagines. ***WARNING: My imagines will progessively get better as you read along, considering I've been working on my writing skills for a year*** Enjoy! ~ Roxie Davenport