Harry - …comes out to play when he has you alone, and as he traces his tongue lazily down your collarbone, can smell the cologne of all the other guys who made passes at you in the club. “Not them,” he grinds down onto you until you can feel him throbbing against you, hot, thickly gripping your sides in hands too big to be real.
"You’re mine," he’ll growl over and over, even after his huge hands have spread you wide for him and taken you all the way, "you’re mine. You do as I say. Not any other guy, me."
Liam - …takes you by surprise, because suddenly, he needs you and his lips needs yours, and he can’t stop kissing you until they swell pink and sore, puffed pillows that you allow to part. He backs you up the mattress and flattens you down, covering every inch of you, his hot skin replacing the clothes he strips from your frame.
"You’re going to do as I say tonight," he murmurs against your jugular, his lips enclosing the vein and sucking marks to the surface that blossom wild and red, and stain for a week.
Louis - …steals you away from your friends at the club, and presses you into an alleyway wall. Hands fiddle with your skin until you’re numb in places, and his voice juts outward, nimble and sly by your ear, “I had to have you, babe. I’m sorry I’m keeping you from your friends, but I couldn’t wait any longer, you look so fucking hot right now.”
His mouth is hungry as he places it over yours, closing halfway so that his tongue is tight as he slips it toward the back of your throat. “Imagine that’s something else…” he groans against you, pressing you to the wall hard enough to bruise you, “somewhere else…”
Zayn - …makes you see colours you’re not accustomed to, swimming in your eyes before you shut them tightly to keep some of the erratic pleasure inside. “Please, don’t stop…” you beg, quaking thighs either side of him as he slams you down.
"You’ve been a bad girl," he breathes near your core, "flirting with that guy today, hmm? Letting him touch your arm like that, driving me crazy, wanting you…"
He picks your legs up and throws them upward, hands growling around them and holding you in place, fingertips into flesh that’s already buckling.
Niall - …sends a shiver down your spine, from tip to tail. He doesn’t make a coy move, he stalks. He doesn’t grin, he smirks. To one side of his face, eyeing you up and down from across the room, grey eyes darkening until you have to blush, ruby roses on either of your cheeks. He slips a few fingers down the front of your jeans, grazing how bare you are, tickling you into a frenzy.
"Don’t even think about making a sound," he growls in your ear, one hand on your back to guide you out of the party, and onto the front lawn. He throws you down to the grass, and sheds you there, his lips biting sections of you bare, gyrating teeth and pleasure making you bite down hard until you draw blood.
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
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