Liam: The soft thud makes him cringe and totally throws him off his rhythm. He mutters a small apology before pulling away from you for a moment — only to grip the backs of your knees and pull you further into the middle of the bed. “Are you okay?” He whispered, pressing his lips to your neck. “Got a little carried away, sorry love.”
Zayn: He tries to suppress his laughter, but instead just breaks out in a shit-eating grin. “Here.” He smirked, placing one of his burly hands right behind your head, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Can’t afford getting you a concussion now, can we?” He laughed quietly to himself, kissing you once more. “Now, where were we?”
Louis: At first he doesn’t even notice and it takes a whine and a grimace from you to stop him. “Am I hurting you? Was that your head?” He asked quickly and then he laughed — a loud, beautiful sound. “Oh my god, I didn’t even notice. I’m so sorry love.” He said, kissing your head. “Was so caught up in you. Your voice, your body, your lips…”
Niall: “Shit, shit, shit.” He curses, quick to tug you down the bed and grab your head in his hands, placing kisses all over it. “Did I hurt you? Do you need ice?” Your laugh interrupted him and he blushed. “I just need you to finish what you’ve started.” You smiled at him and he gave you a simple nod, kissing your face once more. “Yes ma’am.”
Harry: He gives you an apologetic smile, before he smirks. “Reminds me of that John Mayer song.” He says, leaning down to kiss you. “Won’t let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.” He smiles, kissing you. “So… Here.” He laughs, pressing his large hand to the back of your head. “Your body is a wonderland.”
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FanfictionPreferences about Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne and Harry Styles. Hope someone will read this and hopefully like:)
