1D - Dirty Imagines (Liam Payne)

For Kaylee

“Liam, babe, will you pass the ketchup?”  I questioned to my love sitting in the booth beside me.  He nodded, turning to the right and grasping the red bottle for me to use.   Dinner was at a simple restaurant, not too fancy, not too shabby.  We were in fact on a double date with Harry and his new, gorgeous girlfriend Marybeth, and Liam and me tagging along with them.  Marybeth was as lovely as Harry and the two seemed to get along great.  Liam and I had been dating for a year and things were going smoothly, not too many fights, no breakups and definitely no issues.

                “Thank you, I replied when he handed the ketchup bottle to me.  I began to squeeze the substance over my bland, grilled fish to give it some flavor.  Liam gave me an odd look, almost as if I just said that ‘puppies were ugly’.  I returned the odd look before speaking.

“What?”  I asked him and he continued the look, pointing to the open ketchup bottle I held in my hands.

“Ketchup, on fish?  What’s the matter with you?”  He teased, nudging my shoulder with his larger one.  Relief coursed through me when he spoke.  I almost thought he was genuinely mad at me or something close to that.

“It’s delicious! Here, try it.”  I picked up a fork-full of fish and tried feeding it to him but he leaned away with a look of disgust.  I sighed before taking a bite of the fish that he refused to eat. 

“It’s your loss,” I said and rolled my eyes.  I looked back up at Harry and Marybeth.

“Liam’s insane.  He won’t try anything I suggest,” I said and Liam held his hands up in mock surprise.

“Oh hold on now!  Your food suggestions suck!  Remember when you convinced me to try eating oranges and brushing my teeth afterwards?” He turned away from me and looked at the couple in front of us, pointing his thumb in my direction, “this girl said it was going to taste like strawberries and I believed her.  I had a sour taste in my mouth for hours!”

“That was for April Fool’s day! I was only joking around.  Maybe you really are a fool Liam,” I said before giggling at Liam’s baffled expression.  He mouth hung wide open as he squeezed my sides to tickle me as a punishment for my statement that was absolutely true.

“Liam, you’re such an idiot. Mate, don’t you know that oranges and toothpaste don’t mix?” Harry asked.  Liam only shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Obviously not,” he shrugged.

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Dinner went as it did before the teasing, mostly quiet with little conversation between the two couples.  Everyone had full plates and concentrated on the food instead of speaking.  Liam was the only one distracted from eating.  His right hand stayed on the table while his left hand was below the table, right on my knee cap, making circles with his index finger. 

My body visibly stiffened when his touch trailed up my inner thigh to the hem of my skirt.  Harry and Marybeth were too busy eating to notice my sudden solid stature.  I leaned over to whisper in Liam’s ear in protest.

“Stop,” I urged but he continued his teasing at the edge of my skirt.  Lucky for us, there was a table cloth over the table so no other customers could notice his inappropriate behavior. 

His touch traveled further up, tracing the silk edges of my underwear.  His intrusion made me visibly flinch and to my dismay Marybeth noticed.

“Are you alright Kaylee?”  She questioned and all I could do was nod.  I leaned over to Liam again to whisper.

“Meet me in the bathroom in three minutes.  I need you,” I breathed and watched Liam grin slightly.  I turned to Harry and Marybeth.

“I need to use the loo, if you’ll excuse me,” I said and got up from the table, trembling slightly as I stood.  Just by a simple touch, Liam could turn me on.

I rushed to the back of the restaurant in search of the bathroom.  Lucky for me there were three separate bathrooms, ladies, men, and the family bathroom with one stall.  I slipped inside and locked the door behind me, running my fingers through my hair while leaning against the door.  I attempted to calm my hectic breathing but it almost seemed impossible. Liam made me insane.

Three minutes later, an eager knock sounded from outside.  I swung the door open and dragged Liam inside.  He pressed me against the door, sucking at my neck and desperately swinging my legs around his waist.  He moved me further up the door, grinding his hips in mine and allowing me to feel the prominent bulge swelling in his trousers.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” I whispered and he shushed me by pressing his lips to mine. 

“We have to be quick.”

Our clothes were lost in seconds.  I wrapped my legs around his waist once more, my hands winding around his neck for support.  One hand held my waist while the other was used to stroke himself.  I felt the familiar, pleasuring intrusion as he thrust his hips upward into mine.  He gripped my waist tightly and moved in and out in a swift motion.

“Oh Liam, right there,” I moaned and he only grunted in response.

 I gasped when his length went deeper into me.  He was too much to take in fully and even I wasn’t used to him.  My fingernails dug into his back unintentionally in response to his thrusts.  My breaths came in short, puffs that signaled my soon to approach high.  I couldn’t watch Liam’s expression as he came since my head hung over his shoulder, but I could imagine it; his hazel eyes shut in concentration and pleasure while his lips pressed in between his teeth.

“Oh God kaylee,” he groaned and I felt the pleasuring warmth as he came into me.  My high followed shortly after, sending me to release my grip around his neck.  Liam wound his arms tighter around my back and chuckled.  I giggled along with him as he sat me down to my feet.

“Was it really that good?” He asked teasingly.  I nodded as I picked the forgotten clothes from the bathroom floor.

“We should probably get back,” I put my hands up to make quotations around the words, “We’ve ‘been in the loo’ for too long I think.”

“C’mon then babe,” He said after getting dressed.  He took my hand and we strolled back to the table, preparing a good excuse for our tattered hair and long bathroom break.