One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #110 "He gets Cock-Blocked!"

Harry - he flung you down the moment he got home, rough hands finding craving skin to tease. Five months of missing you pressed to your inner thigh as he fiddled you onto the mattress, mouth hot over yours, hands tangling in knots of your hair.

"God, I missed you so much," he breathed into you, hot tongue slipping past his pink lips toward the back of your throat.

"You still taste the same," he wrapped his tongue around yours, easing huge hands inside the hem of your sweats, edging them down. He was busy removing his shirt when the bedroom door swung wide.

"Haz, we gotta go… the meeting," Louis strolled forwards, tapping his watch, "oh, hey (Y/N)."

Harry groaned, and buried his face in your hair, “seriously, Lou?”

You giggled and lifted his head up, “you have to go. We’ll finish this later, babe. I promise.”

Liam - the material of his jeans tickled your bare thigh on the tiny couch you were seated on, the thumping music of another house party playing in the background of your mind. He shuffled, a little awkwardly.

"I’m Liam, by the way," he nodded towards you, voice a little louder to compete with Rihanna blaring through the speakers. 

"I know, we were talking earlier… I’m (Y/N)," you smiled shyly at the way he surveyed you, a present to be unwrapped, but not played with, just marvelled at. 

"Right, yeah," he blushed, shuffling closer still. His arm grazed yours and you bit down on your bottom lip at the electricity each shift ignited, "I didn’t tell you earlier, but you’re really, really beautiful, (Y/N)."

"You think so?" He leant in until you could trace the speckles on his nose, and count the seconds in between each warm breath he exhaled across your skin. 

"Squeeze me, guys," Niall’s bent down between the two of you, "can I just sit down for a second? My foot’s killing me, man." You and Liam shared a faint blush, and separated to let Niall sit down in the middle, "ah, thanks, guys. I fell over near the pool before, foot’s been killing me ever since…"

Louis - as he leant over, you could feel his length throbbing at the back of your thigh. He reached out with arms to enclose you, wrapping you tightly to his chest, hot breath tickling all the way to your ear. “I can’t go to sleep, babe,” he murmured lightly there, “not without pleasing you.”

"Harry’s in the next room…" you giggled, bowing forwards. He caught your fingers and swathed them with his. Harry had been staying with you guys for the past week, whilst he had his flat renovated.

"Oh, come on," Louis playfully moaned, biting down on your ear lobe and tugging, "we haven’t been able to fuck for days, all because of Curly out there."

"You missing me, babe?" You turned and the sheets spun with you, encasing your figure. In the darkness, you could trace the outline of Louis as he nodded slowly, a childlike sigh escaping. "Well, then," you made out the murmur, "I guess we could do a little something about that…" you leant in to kiss him, his hands fisting quickly by your waist and tugging your shirt over your head, ending it by the corner of the room. You fiddled with the string of his pyjama pants, tugging them down when the bedroom door creaked, making you jump. 

"Guys," Harry’s loud whisper filled the room, "can I bunk with you guys? I heard a weird noise… I think you have ghosts…"

Louis groaned, frustrated, “we don’t have ghosts, you twat! Go to bed!”

Zayn - ”So, this is your room, huh?” You watched the posters, the immature blue on the walls, the boxspring bed and the artist’s lamp. 

"Yeah," Zayn held you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, allowing puffs of breath to shoot along your skin whenever he exhaled. 

"It’s nice," you murmured quietly. You were spending the weekend at his family’s home. You walked over and tipped your suitcase by the bed. As you sat down, a creaking noise erupted. 

You laughed, “guess this bed got a lot of action, babe?”

"Good one, (Y/N)," Zayn rolled his eyes, and walked towards you, nudging your legs apart with one swift knee. He leant down and held your face as he kissed you, breaking it a few times to slide along your jawline. 

"How about we give it one more victory round?" Zayn pressed the words to your skin, imprinting them as he pushed you back, and lay on top of you, massaging his way to your breasts with eager hands. You tugged on his shirt, edging upward to sections of tan skin underneath. 

"Zayn, (Y/N)," his mum knocked on the door, pricking your thoughts, "we’re going to the supermarket. Grab your jackets, you can come along and pick out ingredients for tea."

"Seriously?" You giggled, and Zayn raised his head, a pained expression on his face. 

"Seriously," he sighed, and helped you to your feet. 

Niall - back in Ireland for the holidays, Niall tugged you along, landing your chest against his as you passed the doors into the cinema. “This movie should be awesome,” you smiled up at him, his lips grazing yours, the salty tang of popcorn already filing the pink lines. He eyed two seats in the back row, and hurried you to them. Rolling back on his heels, he let you slide in first, before sidling up behind you, pressing his length into your ass. 

"Seriously, now?" You laughed quietly, setting down the popcorn before taking your seat. 

"What can I say?" Niall did the same, grinning in the dull light of a few old theatre lamps along the walls, "you drive me crazy, babe." You relaxed your shoulders for him to wrap his arm around, lips connecting with your ear, sucking sweetly until you had to nudge him away. 

"(Y/N), Niall, is that you guys?" You both looked up sharply at the mention of your names. Niall’s brother, Greg smiled keenly, a drink in one hand, half a stubbed ticket in the other, "I didn’t know you guys were going to see this movie, we could’ve gone together. Hey bro, scootch over, I wanna talk to (Y/N) before the movie starts…"