One Direction and 5SOS preference book 2.0

His hand goes under your shirt while you're asleep.

Louis: "You awake?" My voice sounded raspy when I heard it, but oddly she didn’t say anything. "[Y/N]?" Nothing. From her closed eyes and the snores that came out of her mouth, I’m taking a guess that she fell asleep. I chuckle, moving up to press a small kiss on her cheek, when I notice it. No bra. I may not be a ‘boob’ specialist or anything, but when a girl’s nubs can be seen under her shirt, it definitely screams out no bra. I hesitate for a second, but I go for it. Sneaking into her tank-top, I stay still when she begins to move, sighing in relief as she settles down. The thumb of my hand brushes her nipple, earning a tiny grunt out her lips from it. I began massaging softly and I bet, even in her sleep, she was wet. I let a small pinch before resting my hand in between her breasts. “Thanks [Y/N],” I muse before drifting off to sleep.

Zayn: "I can’t sleep," I groan, nestling my head into the crook of her neck. Hearing no response, I laugh, pressing my lips onto her neck. "I guess you’re asleep though,” I urge a sigh, my grip on her waist easing as I notice something. She’s only wearing a t-shirt on. I roll my eyes at her laziness, but honestly, that’s hot. My hand slides under the fabric, feeling her smooth skin against my fingers. Her breathing quickens, before returning back to her calm state. “Cute.” My hand slides to her front - not there - but to her tummy. I move up higher, finding her nub straight away. Playing with her breast, I hear a small moan urge out of her lips. “Zayn…,” [Y/N] mumbles, her hand tugs the arm that’s teasing her. “Go to sleep, you pervert." I lightly laugh, my eyes shut tight. And I did go to sleep - with my hand still in her shirt.

Liam: Bundling closer to her body, my arms stiffen around her waist. She was sleeping - very heavily - and I bet an earthquake couldn’t wake her up. I play with the hem of her shirt, feeling the skin that covered her hips. Smooth. That’s what I thought, letting my hand wander the skin under her shirt. [Y/N] shifts in her sleep, I guess, from my touch. My laugh breathes out as I remain touching her, to her - well - boob. It startled me at first when I had nudged it, totally forgetting that girls had boobs. But I didn’t care after that. I tackled it - with love - kneading her breast. Of course, she let out a few moans; I did. too. She was stunning in this sight. Her breathing uneven, as if she was awake right now, about to cum. “Babe?” I blink a couple times, noticing that she’d woken up. “Yes?” “G’night.” She didn’t even notice my hand in her shirt. “Good night,” I chuckle, because it was.

Harry: Her chest rose higher each time she took a breath, small snores utter away from her lips. [Y/N]’s hair sprawls out on her pillow - and somehow always ends up itching my face - her face away from me as we spooned. Everything was pretty great; except for the fact  that I couldn’t sleep. It was 2:49! And here, we have [Y/N], who was out in a flash once we came onto bed. Slowly slipping my hand into her shirt - which, apparently, is my shirt - I rub circles onto her skin, moving to her stomach. And then to, well you guessed it. Her breasts. My teeth connect with my bottom lip, while my hand squeezes one of them. I hear her mumble in her sleep, feeling her squirm under my touch. Squeezing her again, she gasps - and I know that she’s awake - before saying, “Can’t sleep?” I let a sheepish laugh, uttering a ‘yes.’ But she ends up falling back to sleep, as I continue to tease her.

Niall: Was she sleeping? I prop myself on my elbows, away from her curved body, taking a glance at her face. She was. A smile creeps on my lips as I watch her, her eyes shut away from mine and her lips part as she breath. I return back to where I was, wrapping my hand around her stomach to push her to me. And then I did it. Placing my hand inside her shirt, her skin was warm compared to my cold fingers, making her shiver as I touch her. With my hand on her breast, I squeeze it, hearing her groan from my touch. I smile to myself before continuing. Her nub hardens, as I couldn’t stop my moan from urging out. Damn it, [Y/N]. Palming her breast slightly, she doesn’t do anything else. Well, at least that’s what I thought. “Niall?” she laughs. “Next time you’re horny, please don’t take it on me.” I blush, silent until she falls asleep. My hand stays in her shirt and it stays that way all night.