One Direction Preferences

Center of Attention.- Song Preference.

*Warning, some sexual words/tension/hints. Might contain fluffy smut, if that makes sense. Read at your own risk.*

AND IDK HOW I TURNED A MAYDAY PARADE SONG SEXUAL BUT I SOMEHOW DID IDK?

Harry- "You know it's not obvious to me." 

You're staring at your reflection in the mirror at the store, not satisfied with the way the dress is hugging your waist. You've been searching for a dress all day now, Harry eagerly following you into these stores so you can find the dress you will wear next weekend to Niall's wedding, but it seems as if the dress is nowhere to be found. "Come on baby, let me see it." He calls from outside the dressing room, waiting to see you. You sigh and take one last look in the mirror before walking out of the changing stall, letting Harry's eyes meet your body. You're so self-conscious as he looks you up and down, twirling his finger for you to spin to see it from all angles. "I don't know about you, but I love it." He says when you finish spinning. You're shocked as you say, "Really? You like this?" "Of course I do, why wouldn't I like it? You look amazing in it, maybe too amazing." He says cheekily, chuckling to himself as he pictures you in things other than this dress. "Maybe though, maybe this dress shouldn't be worn to the wedding. Maybe it should be worn home, and then I can take it off you..." He hints. "Isn't it obvious? It looks horrible on me, I look so fat!" You say, ignoring his last comment. "This dress makes me look as bloated as a whale, it's obvious to your fans and I that I can't wear dresses without looking horrid." You sigh. "It's not obvious at all, there's no way this makes you look fat. It's not obvious to me, or anyone else for that matter. Anyone who says you look fat, especially in this dress, is lying to themselves because they're just jealous. This dress is amazing on you, and it'll be amazing on our floor after Niall's wedding." 

Niall- "I don't have to be a gentleman."

"Are you ready to go?" Niall asks as you finish your drink, the umpteenth one you've had tonight. You shake your head before asking the bartender for another drink. "Come on sweetheart, I think it's time to go, what you said earlier is doing horrible things to my body right now." He mutters in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from behind. What you had told him earlier is that you can't wait to get home and give him head, how you're looking forward to bringing him to his climax with only your lips. You chuckle at his words, feeling his member tented in his jeans pressed against your lower back. You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a kiss on his lips. "I don't think that's going to happen tonight baby, maybe another time, I'm going to be so tired when we get home." You tell him, watching mock anger fill his eyes. "Oh no, you know that's not what's going to happen. What's going to happen is when we get home we're going to have sex, okay? You promised me something and I intend on getting it." He growls, pulling you closer to him. "You wouldn't dare do that, you're way too sweet to make me do anything when I'm tired." You say before giving him another kiss, turning out of Niall's grip to get your drink the bartender just placed on the bar for you. "I don't have to be a gentlemen, not all the time. Tonight's going to be a rough night on you princess if you don't help me out a little." He states, pushing the area he needs you most into your dress-clad  rear end. "Alright Niall, let's see how ungentlemanly you can be tonight." You smirk, chugging your drink before paying your tab and leaving the bar with Niall hot on your heels.

Liam- "Do you remember what you did?"

After a long, fun night at the club for you, you wake up with a big hangover in your bed. You groan. stretching out before sitting up. Liam isn't in bed with you, which you shrug off as you stand to go find the aspirin in the medicine cabinet. You walk into the master bathroom, finding Liam in the shower while you're going to the medicine cabinet. "Hey sexy, mind if I join you?" You chuckle to him, sitting on the bathroom counter as you take some aspirin. "I wouldn't mind at all if you joined me." He says back, opening the glass door of the shower to peak his head back at you. "That means you have to get naked though, and I might not control be able to control myself from doing certain things." He winks before closing the door back up. "I suppose that's a risk I'm willing to take." You hum, forgetting your hangover as excitement takes over you. You strip out of your clothes, which happen to just be a  black t-shirt of Liam's and your undergarments. Liam opens the shower door for you, allowing you into the warmth of the water. "Will you pass me the shampoo, please babe?" He asks you, seeing as you're closer to the shampoo than him. "Are we really showering? Come on, I wanted to do something more fun than that." You pout as you grab the shampoo for Liam. He's behind you, chuckling at your comment as you hand him the shampoo. "Well after last night I'd think you'd not want any fun for awhile. Do you remember what you did?" Confused you turn to look at him, gasping when you actually get a look at his collarbones, full of hickeys. "And then there's my back too." He says turning around,  showing you the long scratch marks your acrylics left on his back. "Oh my gosh Liam, I can't believe I did that, I'm sorry." You tell him as he turns back around. Of course you knew you had sex with him last night, you just didn't know how rough you must have been. "I guess you don't remember." He chuckles. "I'm not sorry you did that last night, it was great. I'd do it again, like right now... If you're up for it." You smirk and nod, leading to steamy shower sex.

Louis- "In that dress, it makes me crazy, I'm not the only one."

The first time in months you're able to go out with Louis, after giving birth to your first son together you haven't had anytime to just the two of you. And that's okay, you wouldn't get rid of your son for anything, he's yours and Louis' world and you are never going to let him go. But after four months of no alone time between yourself and your husband, when Niall offers to babysit you two quickly oblige. You give Niall and his girlfriend instruction after instruction on how to take care of your son, what to do if he wake up during the night, what to do if he gets sick, any little thing that could happen you offer them a solution for before you feel enough ease to leave Niall's house with Louis. You're in one of your old navy dresses, maybe it doesn't fit quite like it used to but you came to the agreement with yourself that it looks much better than any of the other dresses in your closet. Giddy excitement builds in you once your out of Niall's driveway, feeling like you just snuck out of your home as a teenager to meet with your boyfriend, but instead of boyfriend it's your husband, and instead of sneaking out you're just having a night out with your husband months past due. You're holding onto Louis' hand over the glove department in his car until you get to the bar you're going to. "Are you sure we should be here? I mean, we are parents after all... Is a bar a good place?" You ask him as you step out of the car, which he insisted on opening the car door for you. "Of course it's fine if we're here (Y/N), we can still go to a bar even if we're parents, it's not like we're leaving Tommy in the backseat of the car while we get wasted. We're getting a few drinks after not spending alone time together in months, there's a big difference." He reassures you as you walk into the open door of the bar. You two take a seat at the bar table, ordering a Corona each and talking while drinking your drinks before the bartender goes back to you, handing you a Bud Light. "I'm sorry but I didn't order this." You tell him,trying to slide it back but he refuses. "The man at the end of the bar over there, he bought it for you." Both you and Louis look at the man, he's leaning against the wall with a Bud Light in his hand, winking at you as you look his way. He's tall and has a big black beard, seemingly looks like a biker. "It seems like you've caught his attention." Louis chuckles to you, though he laughs he puts his arm around your shoulder protectively. "Me? In this dress? No, there's no way. I look so bloated in this thing I'm lucky you stayed with me." "Are you kidding me (Y/N)? You're making me crazy in this dress, and I'm not the only one I guess. You don't even like Bud Light, so if you don't mind I'm going to drink this beer then we can go home, Niall has Tommy until tomorrow morning and I'm hoping you'll let me show you just how crazy you're driving me right now."

Zayn- "Or make believe we could be just friends." 

Only after a month of breaking up you wake up in Zayn's apartment, wearing nothing but one of his white jumpers. You groan at yourself, drunk out of your mind last night while going out as just friends with Zayn must have led to both of you drunkenly having sex. Sitting up in his bed, you see he's awake as well staring at the ceiling. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm sorry it happened." You offer conversation, Zayn looking at you when you began to speak. "I'm not." He shrugs. "What did you say? I don't think I heard you right." You say. "I said I'm not sorry about last night, so we were both drunk and had sex, obviously it must have been fun. If you didn't like it then I'm very sorry, we both were really drunk I suppose, but even if we were drunk we enjoyed ourselves. That's all that matters." He tells you, licking his lips as he speaks. "I had fun too Zayn, but this isn't going to be a weekly thing. It's not going to happen again, we're just friends." You tell him. "You can't say that and mean it, or make believe we're going to be just friends. We have too much chemistry to be just friends, you know we both have feelings still for each other and those feeling will find a way to release themselves again. It's going to happen, even if you still choose to believe we're going to be just friends." He says before exiting the bed, his tattoos in view as he's only wearing a pair of black boxers. Biting your lip, you know Zayn's right. You knew you couldn't just be friends with him, after everything the two of you had been through, there's no way this could have worked. "Now, I'm going to make some breakfast for two, if you choose to join me or not that's up to you. We can talk things out and I'm hoping we can try to mend things, I do miss you (Y/N)." He says putting only a pair of gray sweatpants on as he exits his bedroom, putting your underwear and shorts on quickly, you scurry after him because damn, do you miss Zayn too.

Lol so okay, um, well I hope you enjoyed that? Yeah, I hope you enjoyed it. I had fun writing it even though I've only written one smut before, a Harry imagine for a friend. But uh, maybe this is enjoyable, hopefully. Lol bye guys, I love you.

Siam <3