Louis: “(Y/N), what’s that in your hand?” Your body and brain instantly shut down. The metal in your hand clink together as it swings back and forth. He didn’t even have to look up to know you’re up to something. Your walk to the bedroom stops as Louis lowers the newspaper from his eyes. “Is that,” an eyebrow quirks up. “Handcuffs?” Before you can explain, Louis’ standing in front of you. He taps your hand and you drop the cuffs into his open palms. A mischievous glint is in his eye. He looks you straight in the eye with a smirk. “Yeah, we’re definitely using these tonight, but how about I give you a little preview right now?”
Niall: Shirtless. Your best friend is shirtless, playing his guitar in your kitchen. It’s odd, but you’re used to finding Niall in random places with no shirts on. “Hey (Y/N), how was uni?” he asks, his words slurred. You meet him by the counter and glance at his face. His eyes are dark and his mouth is hanging open. “Are you drunk?” He giggles. “A lil.” You laugh and shimmy out of your pea coat “Nice skirt,” Niall says bluntly. “It was Dress For Success, some corny thing they’re making us do every Wednesday.” He shakes his head. “No, I like it. But can I help you out of it?” He’s completely serious. You two stare at each other until he’s lunging at you and kissing you sloppily.
Liam: He’s doing it on purpose. You know what your boyfriend’s doing on purpose? He’s stretching back in his chair. His biceps are flexing, his triceps are flexing, and his everything else is flexing. He’s also showing off his purple Ralph Lauren boxers. The end of his tight shirt was slowly rising, revealing little by little of his upper body. You bite your lip to keep your tongue from licking your lips in anticipation He’s just so damn fit and he knew it. He stops just as it shows a centimeter of his long happy trail. “Babe?” Your head snaps up. He’s staring at you with a teasing smile. “Hm?” you ask, innocently widening your eyes. He’s smirking at you. “Stop staring, that’s quite rude to…”
Zayn: The sun seems to be beaming right into your eyes. It takes effort for you to turn the other way. All the blankets wrapped around you made it extremely difficult. You’re finally faced the other way and notice your boyfriend’s still in bed. “Zayn,” you whisper, shaking his bare shoulders. “You’re supposed to be at work.” Slowly but surely, Zayn regains consciousness He tries to open his eyes but they droop back closed. Finally he manages to see you, his eyelashes still kind of blocking his view because he hasn’t opened the fully. Your mouth is hanging open, waiting for the eyelash porn to be over with. He grins, spreading his stubble everywhere. “Good morning, (Y/N).”
Harry: One by one, his fingers work through the tangles in his hair. Boy, there are a lot. It’d take him twenty minutes to fix it up, instead of the usual five seconds it takes him to do his hair. You pay extra attention to every strand going back to it’s curly bounce while the rest of his hair was an ugly, tangled mess. “Ugh, this’ll take forever,” he says to himself. He sees you watching him from the other couch. He grins slowly. “Wanna help, (Y/N)?” You pretend to hesitate and then your fingers are mingling with Harry’s in one swift movement. They’re soft and silky, just like all the other times. “Oh yeah, right there,” Harry sighs, getting lost in the moment. He blushes. “I mean, thank you, (Y/N).”
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
FanfictionIf you ever need to escape your life then this is the right place to be! My name is holland and I'll write what you think is cool and want to hear, Have fun and don't forget that maybe one day this could happen!
