Harry - he thinks about his hands in your hair, knotting so that you can’t reel away from him, his lips hot on your skin, a cloud of moist breath bridging the distance from chest to chest. He thinks about whispering dirty things in your ear, as he eases his hand beneath the hem of his sweats and holds on tightly, closing his eyes and thinking about your lips, the tip of your nipples as you arch your back and moan wildly for him.
Liam - he thinks about your voice, as you lower it to a purring whisper, and tick words in his ear that make him shiver and harden in his own hand. He thinks about holding your hips, and holding you from behind, in the shower or against the kitchen countertop. He thinks about your pink lips, making an ‘O’, eyes fluttering closed, as he rests his head back, the pillow yielding beneath him.
Louis - he thinks about grazing your skin with his teeth, feeling the hot steam of sweat rising to the roof of his mouth, before he swallows and tastes you before he’s even spread your legs. He thinks about surprising you, catching a flight home and pissing everyone off, crawling back into bed and taking your skin between his lips, gnawing until you wake up and jump beneath him.
Zayn - he thinks about how he can get you wet, what he can say to you to make your eyes pop forth, abandon dinner and meet him in the bedroom. He thinks about the smooth arch of your eyebrows, and your lips, as he peers around the empty tour bus and palms his own crotch with a shaking hand. He thinks about lips on skin sizzling from a day in the sun, kisses perched down a spine, quivering with anticipation, hands fumbling with belt buckles and buttons to blouses, eagerly licking lips and taking you, right then and there with no one to stop him.
Niall - he thinks about his head bowed down, with your thighs either side, skin shaking and goosebumps rising. He thinks about pulling sounds out of you that you can’t control, hot bursts of breath making scales down lines of skin, teeth nipping and his tongue hungry, lapping you up and down. He closes the door to his dressing room and drowns out the world, throwing his head back and palming the wall, your moans rocking his ear drums louder than any scream from any fan at any concert.
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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!
