One Direction imagines *clean/dirty* REQUESTS!!!!!

personal harry imagine for Hannah-dirty-long

"harry will you hurry up please?" I yell at him, whats taking him so long? I run upstairs to see him with the laptop open and his hands down his trousers. "Harry!" I shout trying to act shocked, I knew he'd be doing this. "Hannah, im sorry, I wanted to give you this yesterday, well and use it, but I didn't get the chance." he says walking over to the wardrobe and picking up a small pink box, he gives it to me. I open it and see a small pink vibrator, I stare at harry shocked. "for when im away on tour and stuff." he said grinning sexily, I stare at him, why does he have to be so fucking sexy?

"ummm... thanks harry?" I chuckle kissing his cheek and slipping the devise into my bag. "come on we need to get to the wedding reception." I smirk pulling him down the stairs and into the car.

when we arrive me and harry are seated with perrie and zayn, Louis and Eleanor and liam and Danielle. Niall and Amy are dancing to 'make you feel my love' by adele, how sweet for their first dance as a married couple. we all sit around the table and wait for them to finish their dance, then one by one we each go up to congratulate the newly wed couple. the night goes on and I can feel myself getting drunk doing shots with the girls. soon the boys join in, doubling the amount of shots we do.

perrie grabs my bag, I try to grab it back and the vibrator falls out, it lands right on harrys lap, he doesn't even realise, I walk over and sit on his lap, concealing out little secret. harry stares at me confused. "you know that gift you go me? yeah well its in your lap, pick it up slyliy then follow me." I wink jumping off his lap, hes still grinning.

we make our way into a deserted broom closet, or something like that. I cant take it anymore, seeing harry drunk and in a  suit, I know that means rough sex. yeah ill admit that I want him, bad, but its his band mates wedding reception for christs sake!

harry shoves me on the floor, grinning wildly. "harry, we shouldn't be doing this! its Niall and Amy's wedding reception for christs s-" harry cuts me off by shoving his tongue down my throat, fuck it. I start to take harry's blazer off as he leans forward to unzip my dress, still exploring my mouth with his tongue.

im now left in my underwear, I break away from the snog to remove harrys shirt as he unbuckles his belt and removes his trousers, leaving him in his calvin klein boxers, his bulge barely showing.

harry pushes me back onto the floor, he removes my thong and his eyes widen. "Hannah, how did you get this wet? were at a reception!" he smirks. "it you in that suit!" I grin grabbing his tie and wrapping it round his neck and pulling him towards me. harry leans away and gently slides his thumb over my entrance. "harry stop teasing, you know I want you, get on with it!" I scream at him.

harry removes his boxers and puts his hands above my head, he positions his tip at my entrance. I close my eyes expecting impact, nothing. I start to lift my head up to look but slam it back down again at the force of harry shoving his massive member in my core.

harry thrusts hard and fast, he gives me no time to adjust. im screaming his name, hes panting close to my ear, I can hear him muttering something. every thrust harry hits my g-spot, making me scream louder. suddenly I feel something against my clit, my breath gets caught in my throat, harrys circling it fast. its not long before I release, I tighten myself meaning harry comes soon after, still panting my name.

"Hannah, that was amazing." he gasps, leaving kisses down my neck. "yeah harry, but now we need to go back to the party and act like nothing's happened." I warned his standing up to get my dress off the floor. as I bend over harry whips me with his belt.

"that's what happens when your a bad girl." he winks, already dressed and waiting for me to return with him