One Direction Preferences

#86: When He Tells You He Wants It

As you know, i will soon be reaching the chapter limit of this story so i was wondering if anyone would want me to write a second story with another round of preferences ????? leave a comment if you do,

Megz :D xxxx

Louis:

As he says it, his eyes turn a shade darker, his pupils wide with the need and wanting of your body at his entire control. You gulp once, but you don't falter in allowing him what he needs and wants so desperately. His hands, rough by playfully plucking at the guitar, grab you, kneading you and pull you closer to him as his mouth teases you, plays with you, nearly has you come undone. "I know you want it just as much as I do, so give me your best."

Niall:

You find yourself nodding slowly, and his eyes go hard and then his hands are cupping your neck, your shoulders, your waist, your chest. His kisses turn from gentle to hard, exactly what both of you want and need at that moment in time. He makes encouraging noises from his parted lips, his tongue mingling with yours as your back finds the wall. "Good," he rasps out, hot breath on your neck, "Good, God, you're so good. God, I need more of you. Please."

Liam:

You find yourself agreeing, eyes locked with his, and nothing else matters for that moment. You react to his mouth and his hands, allowing them to wander wherever they may please, but your ears always perk up at his encouraging grunts and whimpers and murmurs... and he just gives himself all to you, his lips parted and more noises coming from his throbbing tongue. "More," he rasps when your lips are pulled from him momentarily, "More, baby. I want it all."

Zayn:

He told you he wanted it all, so you gave it all to him, and he gladly accepted it with an open mouth and eyes that gleamed like demons who got themselves in a lot of trouble. Here he was, in trouble with you, because you caused him to get harder than ever before and he could just not get his hands off you. "Give it to me," he mumbled against your tummy, going farther and farther down until his hands braced against your thighs, "And I'll give it right back, baby."

Harry:

Before he's even finished saying what he wants (he wants you) and how he wants it (how he wants you), his hands already grab you and are pushing you towards the bed, your back on the mattress before you can count to five. His mouth is hot, steaming against yours and his tongue is pink, moist with the arousal that you caused him -- you caused all of this, and there you had yourself trapped by his bigger body, his hands holding you down, but you liked it. "Do you want more?" he whispers.