One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

One Direction Preference #64-Vampire Series-"I Love You So Much."

This preference has sex in it, just warning you before you read. I thought of this preference on my own, so I hope you enjoy reading it! :) :D

~Brooke

Louis-The two of you stumbled through the door, laughing at something Louis said. You both weren't drunk, you were all happy and giddy from getting back from your pizza date.

"I'm cold," you said, rubbing your arms to try to create some heat.

"I know a way to warm you up," smirked Louis. He scooped you up bridal style in your arms, and ran to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed, and crawled on top of you, instantly connecting his lips to yours, starting a heated and steamy make-out session.

Soon, both of your clothes were off, and Louis thrusted into you, making you gasp.

"You okay?" asked Louis, his breathing heavy. You nodded, leaning your head into Louis's shoulder, and wrapping your arms around Louis's back. Louis started thrusting fast, yet passionate.

"Ah, fuck Louis," you moaned, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure. Louis pushed himself up so he was in the push up position, and watched you crumble, your orgasm ripping through you.

Louis came shortly after, and pulled out, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him, wrapping his arm around you. You picked your head up, and pecked Louis's lips.

"I love you so much," you said, smiling. Louis's heart melted at your words, even though you told him you loved him at least fifty times a day.

"I love you, too, Y/N...more than you'll ever know." said Louis.

Liam-"You know what, fuck you, Liam!" you screamed. A group of vampires were after you, because you were dating Liam, so he wouldn't let you go to the gym, the one you two first met in, and you were just sick of it.

Liam glared at you, his normal chocolate brown eyes a now charcoal black. Before you could say or do anything, Liam had an iron grip on your wrist, and was dragging you over to the couch. He threw you on it, and stripped you of your yoga pants and underwear. He quickly discarded his rough denim blue jeans and boxers, and thrusted into you, hard, letting all his anger out.

You cried out, gripping onto his back, as Liam mercifully thrusted hard and fast into you.

"I-I'm-"you whispered, not being able to get the full sentence out, but Liam nodded. You yelled out Liam's name, along with some profanities, as Liam rode out both of your orgasms.

Liam pulled out, and laid on his side, pulling you against him on your side.

"I love you so much, that you don't even understand. I just don't want any of them messing with you," said Liam, pecking your forehead. You sighed, wrapping an arm around Liam's waist.

"Can you come workout with me?" you mumbled into his chest. Liam chuckled.

"Sure. Just...not now. Lets take a nap, I'm tired." said Liam. You laughed, blushing, but snuggled even closer into Liam, closing your eyes.

Niall-"Shit, Niall," you breathed out, digging your nails deeper into his pale shoulder. Niall hiked your leg higher against his hip, and thrusted even deeper; both of you laying on your sides. You leaned your head against Niall's sweaty chest, eyes closed, and your breathing coming out in puffs, moans and whimpers leaving your mouth every so often.

"You close?" whispered Niall, and you nodded, feeling the pit in the bottom of your stomach grow stronger. Niall thrusted hard into one last time, and you were done. You screamed Niall's name, and dug your nails so hard and deep into Niall's shoulder that you drew blood. Niall watched, proud that he's the only one that can make you feel like that.

"I love you so much, Princess, and I always will," said Niall, wrapping his arms around you, and making you smile big.

Harry-You started the shower and hopped in, the warm water feeling good against your aching body, just getting home from your first gymnastic competition since your accident.

"Baby?" called Harry.

"I'm in the bathroom!" you shouted, washing the shampoo out of your hair. You heard the bathroom door open, and a minute later Harry was standing in front of you, rubbing his hands up and down your waist.

"That feels good," you moaned, leaning your head back against Harry's chest.

"I know what can make you feel even better," smirked Harry. He slowly slid into you from behind, making you gasp in both pleasure and in pain. Harry stilled for a second, later you adjust to his size while he kissed your neck and collar bone.

"Move, now," you whispered. Harry grabbed onto your hips, and thrusted hard, making you gasp again, and lean forward, your hands on the tiled wall.

"Shit, Harry!" you yelled, your orgasm almost at its peak. Harry pulled you back and against him, and you both came at the same time, moaning each others names and swear words.

Harry pulled out, and spun you around so you were facing him. He leaned down, and kissed you.

"I love you so much," you said, still coming off your high.

"Round two in the bedroom?" he mumbled against your lips. You giggled, and nodded.