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Liam: Stained coffee cup

Just that fingerprinted lipstick’s not enough

Sleep, where you lay

Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case

He was pleasantly surprised to see you in his red and green flannel that morning, standing in front of the counter, the sound of sipping coming from you and your morning coffee. “Good morning my sweet.” Liam wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. His eyes glanced down your shirt, seeing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath, much like you weren’t wearing anything last night with him either. “Morning.” You grinned, a light blush appearing on your cheeks as you took one more sip of your coffee before setting it down and twisting around in his grasp. “Have I ever told you how lovely you look in my clothes?” “Yes,” You giggled, snaking your hands up his bare arms, his chest, then up around his neck, “You tell me all the time.” “That’s only because it’s true.” He pressed his lips to yours quite aggressively. Hands moving down your bum and giving a light squeeze that made you squeal into his mouth. Liam was smiling, confidently, picking you up. Immediately you cloaked your legs around him, the aggressive kiss soon turning to one of passion and seduction. Liam took quick steps forward, placing you on the counter, his hands moving to your thighs squeezing at your flesh, then a clinking sound and the sound of a dripping sink filled your ears. Pulling away from the haste kiss, you peered to the side and saw that you were now sitting in a pile of spilt coffee. Part of Liam’s shirt now wet with the brown liquid. “Oh no, it’s going to leave a stain.” You cooed, lifted up your thigh to see the coffee quickly filling the counter. But Liam was persistent, “I really don’t care about the stain,” he said, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you away to your bedroom.

Zayn: Waking up

Beside you I’m a loaded gun

I can’t contain this anymore

I’m all yours

Fingers. They lightly traced over your shoulder, sliding under the strap in your tank top. The feeling was like that of air. It made you shutter under the covers, the light sheet that covered both you and Zayn was barely doing the trick. Slowly, you could feel yourself becoming more and more awake, turning your body over to a welcoming heat that was Zayn. A low chuckle erupted from his throat as he continued his soothing motion along your other arm now—none the less it was giving you goose bumps. “What are you doing?” You grumbled, your eyes were still closed, sleep still fresh on your mind and tongue. You slid your hand out from under the pillow and began to rub your eyes. When you finally opened them, you saw Zayn grinning back at you. “Love, you were moaning in your sleep. What kind of crazy dreams are you having?” It was one of those dreams that when you have them they’re so vivid and imaginative, yet when you wake there’s no recollection in them what so ever. You shrugged, “Don’t know.” A yawn left your lips and Zayn’s playful grin soon turned into a dark smirk, “It was hot.” His hand that was rubbing your arm then moved down to your waist, along the hem of your sleepers. “How long have you been awake?” You asked. “Long enough.” He mumbled, rolling you on your back and hovering over you, his hair was draped lightly on your forehead, giving a light tickle. You were wide awake, a small laugh playing off your lips. There was no secret that Zayn was aroused, so you decided to play with him. “Do you want to know what I was moaning about?” You whispered, seductively and he nodded. To his surprise you flipped over so that he was now underneath you, “Well, how about I show you instead?”

Louis: Taste, on my tongue

I don’t want to wash away the night before

The heat, where you laid

I could stay right here and burn in this all day

Luckily, you had woken up before him so there would be no trace of you even being there. But when he turned over, ready to feel your body under his arm that he so desperately wanted to drape around you, there was nothing. It was just before dawn, the sun just beginning to rise and just like you had hoped, Louis was wondering where you had gone. As he lay there in the musk light, hand in the place where you were only a mere hour before. With the night still fresh on his mind, Louis slowly ran through the memory of it. He wanted to relive it, that’s why he was so disappointed that you had left. If he closed his eyes, then he would picture your body lying next to his, and he would be able to still have you in his thoughts although he would much rather prefer you in the flesh. Louis moved his hand along the warmth on his sheet, it was fading so fast he wanted to remember the most of it. This small motion caused his mind to rage with erotica, a euphoria he had only just got over. He rolled over, the sweet scent of your perfume still on the pillow. He could remember everything about you, your hair, your freckles, and the small birthmark right next to you ear. And so badly did he want his hands all over you once again, he found himself craving for the feeling of you underneath of him, one that he would never want to replace with anyone else.

Niall: Powerless

And I don’t care it’s obvious

I just can’t get enough of you

The battle’s now my eyes are closed

“Niall do you need a bucket for all that drool?” His friend startled him out of his daydream. Niall had been starting at you across the room since the minute you entered. You had completely taken up residence in his mind, the only thing for the past hour that he was thinking of was you, how good you would look moaning his name. He even got to thinking about your orgasm face and how he wanted to be the one to give you the best orgasm you had ever had in your life. Through all of his rambled thoughts, he didn’t expect you to be the one to spark the conversation. “Hi.” You grinned and his mouth dropped, you were even more ethereal up close then you were far away, “I saw you staring at me.” You were so forward, he didn’t imagine anything like this. “Uh…” He was in awe, his friend chuckled behind him and trying to hide it by drinking his beer. “How about a shot, hm? You look like you could loosen up a bit.” You were smirking; Niall had found something new to fall in love with besides your looks. His friend nudged him in the back and Niall coughed. You were waiting patiently, taking your lip between your teeth. Niall felt a shiver of need run throughout his body. “Drink,” He cleared his throat, “I like drinks-uh I mean, I like alcohol-no I mean-“ You were laughing at him and the bartender was already bringing a round of shots over to you. Niall mentally cursed at himself for being such a goofball—he couldn’t help it though, anytime he would lock eyes with you, his mind would go half blank. The only thing important to him now, was you.

Harry: Lost my senses

I’m defenseless

Her perfume’s holding me ransom

His lips, barely brushing against you ear, “Mmm, what’s that you’re wearing?” He knew it was the Versace perfume he had bought for you because the scent was so rich. It was one of those smells that you instantly fall in love with and know you want to smell it forever. And he had done his absolute best, as you sat across the table from your parents at dinner, to behave himself. The second he could smell your perfume—plus the way your curves filled out the dress with an eloquent silhouette—he knew he wanted to tear them right off. You rolled your shoulder, a motion that told him to knock it off before you both get so aroused it wouldn’t be healthy at the dinner. Harry was persistent, like always, keeping his lips to your ear for a brief moment, trailing them to your temple and placing a kiss right before your ear. He kept a hand low on your waist, the other began tracing circles on your bare thigh, the skin right before the dress’ hem began. Harry was practically hovering over you the entire night, he couldn’t stop himself though, and your aura was radiating with seducing beauty and although he couldn’t have you right then and there, he allowed his mind to run off into a day dream where you were alone, his, and only his.