Dirty One Direction Imagines

Dirty Harry Styles

A second later, I found myself pinned to the ground underneath Harry who had taken it upon himself to show me that he knew what he was doing. He held my wrists to the floor on either side of my head, straddling my body and keeping me exactly where he wanted me as his eyes went from a bright emerald green to a lustful, dark forest green. His eyes flew from my eyes to my mouth as I snuck the tip of my tongue out to wet my now dry lips. My heart had started to race and I was beginning to breathe more heavily in anticipation, needing him to close the distance that he was keeping between us.

After what had felt like several minutes, he slowly dipped his head and closed the gap until I could just barely feel his lips touching mine. I opened my mouth and tilted my head forward to close my lips around his, but he moved his head back a little bit at the last second, leaving me a wanton mess underneath him. I let my head fall back and hit the floor again, closing my eyes and letting out a frustrated groan.

“Are you sure, now?” He whispered against my lips, allowing me to feel every movement that his mouth made.

“Yes!” I whined, not enjoying the torture.

As a sudden idea popped into my head, though, I let a smirk appear across my face as I brought one of my thighs up to rub against his cock through his pants. His brow furrowed and his mouth opened slightly as I felt him begin to harden at my touch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked me through gritted teeth, trying not to show me how turned on he was.

“Nothing.” I said with the most innocent smile I could manage as I batted my eyelashes at him.

He kissed me, then, much to my surprise. I had expected him to hold off for awhile longer. Harry was a tease. He enjoyed building up the anticipation and watching the effect that he had on me while I writhed in pleasure underneath him and begged for him to touch me. This time, though, he gave in quite easily.

He let go of my wrists and buried his fingers in my hair as he used his hips to grind into mine from above. Taking advantage of his moment of weakness, I wrapped my arms around his back and flipped us over so that I was sitting astride him. Breaking the contact of our lips, I looked down at him. I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. I watched his eyes as they roamed over my entire body. I watched as he bucked his hips into the air just slightly - enough to allow me to feel how much he wanted me. I was going to have fun with this and I think, deep down, he knew it.

Intertwining my fingers with his, I rested them next to his head and leaned down, running my lips and tongue across the parts of his neck that I could reach. Biting down on one spot in particular, I felt more than I heard a low grumble start in his chest and work its way up his throat.

“Love, kiss me. Do something.” He begged as I brushed my lips across his and moved to the other side of his neck, not allowing him to fully taste me.

At his words, I brought my lips back to his and hovered above them. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I spoke quietly, watching as he tried to keep his self-control.

“Do you wanna tap out, baby?” I cooed, puckering my lips more as I spoke so that they made more contact with his mouth.

Without a response, he tried to kiss me again, but I quickly evaded his attempt by moving my head back like he had done to me a few minutes before.

“I said… Do. You. Want. To. Tap. Out?” I asked him once more, pausing between each word as I swiveled and ground my hips into his.

Unclasping his fingers from one of my hands, he dragged them up my arm and down my waist, stopping on the spot right above my hips where my shirt had ridden up and some of my skin was exposed. Looking directly into my eyes, he slowly tapped his hand on my waist twice.

Smiling at the fact that he’d given in, I put him out of his misery and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth as I darted my tongue out and massaged his, exploring the inside of his mouth before retreating and feeling his tongue follow mine. Knowing that he had to go, I pulled back and slid off of him before standing up.

“Where are you going?” He asked drowsily, his eyes still closed and his hands fisted at his sides.

“You’re going to be late to your match. Come on, get up. We need to find your gloves.” I said, acting as the voice of reason and holding my hand out to pull him to his feet.

He groaned as he got up, adjusting his pants in the process.

“Why am I dating you, again?” He jokingly asked as we began to search for his gloves for the second time.

“Because you love me and because you’d be lost without me.”