Harry - holy shit… look at her face, Harry, look at her face… but oh my God, look at her body. Be a fucking respectful man and look at her face…
You stepped out of the closet of your’s and Harry’s bedroom, with a nervous shake that you tried pass off as sexy. You’d wanted to surprise him, something you knew he’d like. “You look…” he tried to find the right word, a million adjectives racing his mind into a frenzy, “beautiful, babe, you look beautiful.”
Liam - there is a girl in my room, and she is next to naked. What do I do? Where do my hands go? What do I touch? Am I allowed to touch? Oh my God…
He nervously stepped towards you, with splayed out hands that found a safety net at either of your hips. You giggled and looked down, showing off your new purchase from Victoria’s Secret. He trailed upwards until he reached the spaghetti straps of your negligee, brushing them off your shoulders with thumbs that left marks on your skin where he grazed.
Louis - you’re in a public place, Louis… keep yourself under control… but hot damn, oh my God, yep, that’s it, I’ve got a boner now… get it together, man
You scrunched a section of the changing room curtain in your hand, leaning against the wall. Your eyes fell to the tent in his pants, a smug smile setting on your lips when you realised what you were doing to him. He leant in and pecked your lips, groaning into the kiss. He leant back and took your smile with him. “So I should get it, then?” You teased. “Definitely,” he breathed, “definitely, definitely, definitely.”
Zayn - oh my God, are you serious? How? How did I do it? How did I manage to find the perfect girl? How did I get so lucky? Oh my, fuck… how?
You slunk from one edge of the bed to the other, concerned after the blank expression awash on his face. “You okay, babe?”
"Yeah…" he managed, half a stutter, half a breath, "you just look… oh my God, I want you right now." His hot lips found yours and pressed you down, what little you were wearing making it to the floor in seconds. His moist breath rolled in waves down your pebbling skin as he tugged on the sections your lingerie had kept hidden, desperate for you and how crazy you made him.
Niall - this is really happening, oh my God, look at those breasts… God, I want her right now, why does she have to tease me? Her perfect ass, fuck, I need her, I fucking need her…
You had him laying down on the bed, you were his own private show. He licked his lips as you played with the hem of your pale lace underwear. “Do you want me to take these off, Niall baby?” You teased him again. A feverish nod escaped at the same time as low slung breaths he couldn’t keep control of. “Now,” he ordered, telling you exactly what he wanted with his eyes, and where he wanted it, wandering pupils instructing you on exactly what to do next.
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
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