one direction preferences / imagines

good morning

Niall: His favorite job is waking you up in the morning. He takes his job, very, very seriously. So much so, that he thinks of new ways to do it each day. Sometimes it's kisses, sometimes it's sex, but today, he's feeling especially sentimental as he leans his arms on the mattress. "Hey, baby girl, time to wake up," he whispers, pressing his lips to the base of your spine. You looked so peaceful and he hated to wake you, which is why he tried to make his wake up calls the best part of your day. "Come on, sweet girl," he murmurs as his lazy kisses continue up the line of your back. "No," you grumble, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he reaches the back of your neck. "Good morning, princess," he smiles and let's his teeth nibble on the side of your neck for a moment. "Good morning," you laugh and roll over, letting him wrap you up in a hug. Having Niall around was the best way to wake up.

Harry: He's impossible to wake. He hates mornings, even though he's incredibly active. "Come on Harry," you groan, tugging on his arms. You know he's awake, he can't stop smiling but still he won't budge. You yank on his arm around, the joints in his hand cracking. "No," he grumbles, laughing as he hears your pants. "You're going to be late, I'm going to be late!" you shout in frustration. "Then go, baby," he laughs, head nuzzling into the pillow. "No, then you'll go back to sleep." Finally he opens his eyes and gives you a lazy grin. "You know me so well," he teases. He wrapped his hand around yours and gives you a tug, sending you sprawling back into bed with him. His arms comes around you and he sighs. "Good morning, baby," he whispers, lips touching your nose. You sigh and shake your head. "Good morning," you grin, pressing your lips to his. "You're the best way to wake up," he smiles, flipping you over until his body covers yours.

Liam: Maybe it's a little bit naughty, and maybe it's just right. And maybe it makes his entire day to run his mouth down your neck and towards your chest as he wakes you up. You loved when he did this, so he made sure he only did it once in a while- even though he was a huge fan of morning sex. "Baby girl wake up for me," he croons, fingers lightly running the waste of your underwear. You moan, legs moving restlessly as he lets his mouth trace your bellybutton. "That's it, come on," he coaxes, sliding the material down your legs. Your eyes snap open as his mouth touches you there, that expert tongue of his swirling and tasting at you as you gasp. "Liam!" he smiles and hums, the sensation tingling up and down your legs. "Good morning, baby," he says sliding back up your body and pulling his boxers away. "Good morning indeed," you laugh, as he slips inside you, his fingers locked in yours.

Zayn:He's not a morning person, no surprise there. So you tried to make it easy on him. Light touches only, no tickling, no loud noises. "Hey, Zayn," you murmur, shutting the alarm off as soon as it shrieks, "time to wake up." And like you do every morning, you open your arms to his and he wiggles into your embrace, sleepy breaths against your neck. "No way," he groans, fingers running up and down your arms. "Way," you laugh as his hair tickles your cheek. "I was having the best dream," he sighs, slowly awakening. You hum in your throat, urging him on. "We were getting married. We were in the garden you love and you had flowers in your hair," his lips twitch into a smile and you already know your entire day is made because of this sleepy headed boy. "Oh yeah?" you asked lightly. "Oh yeah," he leans up on his forearm and brushes his lips across yours, once, twice, three times. He can't ever imagine not waking up beside you. "Good morning, future wife."

Louis: He doesn't care if you aren't a morning person. He wants you up, ready and active. He wants to make you breakfast and see you before he goes to work. Often, it's his music that wakes you. Sometimes it's his mouth. But most mornings, like today, it's him tackling you into the mattress. "Wake up!" he laughs, giving your ribs a tickle. "The suns up, I'm up, you need to be up." You groan and try to roll out from under him. "I really don't like you sometimes. I want to sleep," you whine. "No way, I have the whole day planned, wake up!" he bellows again as he blows raspberries into your neck. "Fine, fine, I'm up," you say. "Good, good morning my love," he presses a kiss to your nose and tugs you out of bed. "I made breakfast and coffee for you. Come eat with me!" he's hard to resist when he's so alert and so sweet. He led you down the stairs, chattering on about your entire day, a megawatt smile on his face. Yeah, waking up to Louis Tomlinson was pretty great.