Harry - he bucked his hips up to meet with you, a little jerky and off to one side the way he pressed his hands damply into your flesh to keep you in place. He smirked down, “not getting tired, babe?”
"Not even a little," you met his eyes, wrapping palms around his biceps and squeezing as much of their strain you could, nudging him until you both rolled over, your body resting on top of his. You panted quietly, "you?"
"Baby, baby," he sighed before he couldn’t, rolling eyes to the back of his head when he arched up to your hips, neck vein pouncing so you bent down to lap your tongue across it’s warm line. He gripped the back of your neck there and grazed his lips up to your ear, whispering, "you know I can go all night…"
Liam - you gasped when you fell a little to the other side of the bed, so wrapped up in his body that your arms almost fought with his, hands knotting with his before you let go, worrying up to hold either side of his head and the warm nape of his neck. You felt a release of breath near your ear, almost exhausted the way you felt it, “still good, Liam?”
"Never better," he found your lips and kissed against them.
"Well," you groaned, where he held you under him, "that’s good then…"
He grunted, thrusting hard once, all the way into you, “yeah?”
"Mmm," you fluttered your eyes shut like your eyelids were suddenly too heavy, "oh… oh, yeah…"
Louis - a little drunk, the tequila on his tongue made you squeal into the back of your throat when he kissed you, pressing his body against you to keep you between himself and the far wall in your bedroom. His hips knocked a little jerky and needy against yours, before he slid himself into you again, holding you there with arms straining in sweat. He slipped at first, sloppy thrusts keeping him moving, so you groaned, “shit, Lou. You’re not too drunk for this?”
"Nah, my baby girl," he grinned, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your left cheek, tasting the sweat there, "no stopping ti-till I get you there, you know…"
"That’s…" you gasped breathily when he thrust harder still, sharper and hitting the one point you needed, "all I needed to hear…"
Zayn - you felt the covers slide around your hands when you tried to make a fist and bunch them, spreading your arms either side of you to leave your body sprawled under him, Zayn dipping his head down to kiss your collarbones, pecking lightly before nipping harder. You shut your eyes tightly when the strain of his voice peeled down, spilling along your skin the way he moved, groaning, hoarse in his throat, “fuck, (Y/N)…”
You shifted under him, bucking your hips up to meet him, “you right there, babe?”
"I’m good…" he panted, the same way you did, skin starting to stick with the sweat from working so long against your body, dipping down and slipping in again and again, "just, fuck… you feel so good…"
Niall - his voice near your ear tickled a little, arms wrapping around you whilst the water sluiced down from the shower head, his hair plastered to his forehead when he looked back enough to look at you, smirking off to tilting his head to one side, “god, (Y/N), I’m gonna break a hip here.”
He jerked a little harder, a little faster, water slushing around where he moved into you repeatedly, “keeping up there, old man?” You teased, nipping your lips down his neck, lapping at the water that carried pools along his skin.
"You…" he thrust even harder, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, "are gonna pay for that one, you know that?"
