One Direction One Shots Dirty

Good Morning! _H.S._

*Jada*

I groan slightly, scratching my head as I yawn, trying to roll on to the other side of my bed but my body made contact with something else...rather someone else. My eyebrows raise and I open my eyes, looking to see my best pal, Harry, sleeping next to me. I could have sworn he went home last night but then again I can hardly remember what went on last night. I look over his beautiful features, my fingers slowly trailing over the tiny bit of chest hair he had. Holy fu*k. I bite my lip and slowly start to trail my fingers down his stomach which caused him to turn his head the other way and lay on his back. I hear a very soft whimper leave his mouth as he licks his lips, moving his hand down his stomach dangerously close to the waist line of his pants. My eyes follow his hand and practically pop out of my head upon seeing a huge lump.

Oh my god.

I exhale deeply and lick my lips, pushing my hair off to one side. I close my eyes for a moment and shake my head slowly. Guys get morning wood all the time Jada...no biggy. Just go on downstairs and make some breakfast for the two of you and act as though you've never even seen it. I nod to my own thoughts and slowly get out of the bed trying not to wake up the sleeping man in my bed but then I hear him say three words, making me look at him.

"Oh, fu*k Jada..." He breathes out and I almost lost my mind. My best friend is in my bed with a fucking boner having a wet dream about me. "Sh*t." He mutters, rubbing himself through the material of his pants slightly. This isn't happening right now. Holy fu*k. This is a dream and Harry isn't actually here saying this in his dreams.

Ignore him. Go downstairs and make some coffee.

No matter what I told myself in my head, I couldn't keep myself from walking back over to the bed and pressing the palm of my hand against his hand. He groans softly and moves his hand away to his stomach, leaving my hand to stay right on his bulge. I look at him to make sure he is still sleeping before I pop the button on his jeans and unzip them, releasing some of the tension that was there. I didn't want to risk him waking up by pulling his pants down so I just slid my hand right in the front of his boxers, groping his hard on with one hand. I tug slightly at my royal blue night gown I was wearing, feeling a wet sensation between my legs.

As I start pulling his boxers down a little bit, Harry grabs a hold of my wrist and I snap my head up to look at him seeing his bright emerald eyes looking into my brown ones.

Shit! Busted.

"I-I...um... I'm sorry?" I say in more of a questionable tone. I wasn't too sure on what to think. He wasn't saying anything or moving my hand so I guess he's not mad. "Don't be mad, I heard you say my name in your sleep and you were touching yourself..." I explain and hear him chuckle a bit.

"What guy would be mad about having a very attractive girl, giving him a handjob?" He asks and I shrug. He did have a point I guess. Any guy would be happy to wake up to a girls hand down their pants. He pushes my hand out of his boxers and sits up on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor as he looks at me. "I had a dream about you." He tells me and I nod, pointing to the bulge in his pants.

"I see that." I say before he slotted our lips together, kissing me deeply. I couldn't even register what was going on but the next thing I know, I am underneath him, fingers tangled up in his curls as he snakes his hand up my night gown, tugging my lace white panties off. I slowly open my legs and look at him as he smirks at me. He ghosts his fingertips against my s*x and I throw my head back, raising my hips up just a little bit.

"Relax." He whispers once I press my thighs together, quickly moving my legs apart. "So sweet." He says softly and dips his head down between my legs laying his tongue flat on my sex. I moan loudly and arch my back off of the mattress, grabbing a fistful of my blue gown I was still wearing.