One Direction Preferences...

#4 You and the boys are in the car, and he teases you

Harry:You knew those long, skilled fingers were going to be a problem from the moment you got into the car. Due to the lack of space, you had to sit in Harry's lap, and he couldn't have been happier about it. You forced yourself not to flinch when his hand brushed along the hem of your skirt. "Don't even think about--" You began to whisper, but your words were abruptly cut off when a moan escaped your lips. Harry smirked and leaned in closer, "What were you saying, love?"

Liam:You couldn't help but giggle as you climbed into the car, followed by your irritated boyfriend. You'd been teasing him the whole day about how cute and innocent he was, and it was true. Sort of. He could be 'bad' when he wanted to, but it wasn't very often. You had no idea at the time, but today was one of those rare occasions. You were happily chatting away with the rest of the boys when you felt a warm hand slip under your skirt. Liam shot you a cheeky wink, and you instantly realized that this was going to be a long car ride.

Louis:He'd been messing with you for most of the trip--in the most innocent ways, of course. Playing with your hair, tickling you from time to time, etc. Then, just as you were about to arrive at the hotel, he decided to be a little more touchy than you'd expected. You watched as his hand gently slid across your waistline and stopped just above the button to your jeans. With one swift motion, he had the button popped and the zipper halfway down. You started to close your eyes, when Paul suddenly announced, "We're here!"

Niall:"If I could just have you alone for five minutes..." Niall began as he watched you get into the car in your tight dress. You smirked and plopped down beside him, giving him a challenging look. Even though the rest of the boys were in the car, neither of you could control your desire for each other in that moment. Your breath quickened as his fingertips grazed the edges of your dress. Then he brought his lips to your ear, making a long, dramatic pause before whispering, "Maybe later."

Zayn: It all started with a simple squeeze of your bum. Your body immediately stiffened, warning him not to go any further. But your reaction only seemed to encourage him. Your position in his lap became increasingly uncomfortable as he began to move his hips beneath you. Soon, it turned into a rocking motion, the cruelest form of torture he could put you through in front of the boys. You'd somehow managed to stay quiet through the whole thing, but it was getting more and more difficult. With one final buck of his hips, you couldn't help but let out a loud, "Zayn!"