Niall: "Do you always stare there whenever I play?" His eyes still fixated onto the screen, while yours...well, focused onto his boxer-strained bottom. "Only when you play half-naked," you mumble, as his laugh echoing out, knowing that he always plays half-naked. "Why don't you, then? Or actually naked?" he questions, pausing the game. You smirked, quickly yanking your shirt over your head, "You're on." Sitting next to your oh-so-nude boyfriend, you couldn't help contain the laughter that echoed out your lips. "God, Niall," you pretended to huff, seeing his 'Eiffel Tower' stand tall. "What?" "I know you're all horny but keep it to yourself." "Your fault anyways," he chuckles. "Now, let's play." He was losing in the first round, doing more terrible as you! "You're stinking at this game," you tease. "Well," Niall rolls his eyes, "my dick isn't telling me that at all."
Zayn: His thumbs handle the control, fiddling the buttons, as you try to beat him in the fight. "You're really good," he comments, breaking out a grin. "Thanks," you laugh, "I'm literally whipping your ass in the game, though." "Wanna bet?" "Sure," you agree, pausing the game. "Whoever loses this round," Zayn smirks, "has to strip and be naked for the entire game." "Alright," you nod, "Can't wait to actually whip that ass, Zayn." "Oh yeah?" he raises an eyebrow, starting the round. "I can't wait to see yours, when you lose." "We-." You were interrupted, but not by Zayn, by the game. Game over. The score was tied. "Fuck," you chuckled, facing Zayn - who was taking off his clothes as fast as you ate pizza. "Zayn?" you furrow your brows, "It's a tie." "I know," he laughs, "I decided we should both be naked. Now hurry up, baby, I can't wait to see what other games we could play."
Liam: "Boring?" his smile tugs up higher, passing you the control. "I know how to make this un-boring." "Un-boring?" you question, seeing him push down his jeans to the floor. "Just go with it." Watching your boyfriend strip down to nothing was a pretty good deal, but catching him return back to his video game was more of disappointing. "You gonna join me or what?" Liam asked, his eyes still directed onto the screen. You hesitated, but gave in, stripping yourself of your clothes. Sitting down next to him, his eyes shift to you, quickly pausing. "Wow," his smile breaks in, "You look great." "Liam, I'm naked." "Even better." Passing you a spare controller, he pulled you onto his lap, showing you the controls and how to play. "Thanks," you acknowledged, awkwardly feeling something twitch under you - which is, well, you do know what it is.
Harry: "Woooow," a pout appearing onto his face as the score comes on the screen. "Lost again," he scoffs. "How do you do this?" "Just a natural I guess," you shrug. "Natural my ass," Harry chuckles. "You're probably cheating." "Cheating?" you laugh, "How can I cheat? It's a video game." "Maybe you've got a device that someone tells you what to do, so you could beat me." "Wh-." Interrupted by his abrupt actions, his hands tug the shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. "Strip down," he commands, "I'll do it too, so you won't think I'm cheating as well." You roll your eyes at his childishness attempt to see you naked - but it actually did work on you. Freeing yourself out of your clothing, he quickly bites down his lower lip. "Maybe we should play a different game?" he suggests. "How about sex? Yeah, sex is good. Let's play it. Now."
Louis: "This game sounds pretty stupid," you laugh, watching as he tugs his shirt over his head. "I don't know," Louis winks, "Seeing you naked always brightens up my day." "Brightens up your dick, too." "[Y/N]...," he rolls his eyes, "true, but let's get with the game." Wiggling out of his jeans, you awkwardly gawk at his naked body. "Quit staring, baby," his lips cracking a smirk, "And get going, before I rip your clothes off." You laughed, catching him stride away to the console, his bum into perfect view. "I told you to quit staring," Louis laughs, exactly knowing you were doing that. "Geez, sorry," you removed your shirt, quickly chucking your jeans away. "What game do you want to play?" he questions. "Anything, I don't mind." "Okay," he announces. "We got Fifa, Mario Cart, and last but not least, sex. With yours truly, of course."
