One Direction Preferences Part 2

Secret tattoos

Secret tattoos

Zayn: His hands ran up and down your sides, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip. Small moans escape from both of you, your body hitching closer to his, the obvious boner in his shorts pressed against your thigh. Giggling you, pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip before kissing along his set jaw. His head fell back before he nuzzled his face in your neck, kissing your shoulder when he saw a small tattoo of a bird inches away from his lips. Pulling away, he giggled, looking up at you, "you have a bird tattoo? You didn't tell me you had a tattoo," he smirked. Nodding, you started kissing his neck again, whispering against the now bruised skin, "Got it when I was younger ... my best friend's brother needed to practice on people, told him I'd let him try." "Didn't he date you," Zayn asks, pulling away again. "Yeah, and he gave me another tattoo," you smirked and he raised an eyebrow, "where?" "You have to find it," and with that, he pulled you onto him, kissing you hard.

Liam: "Stooop," you giggled, falling back onto the bed with Liam, his lips peppering your face with kisses. "Nooo, you're so cute," he laughed, moving to your lips and kissing you slowly. Humming into the kiss before pulling away, you whispered, "I love when you kiss me ..." "I love kissing you," he winked, his hand slipping beneath your shirt, rubbing small circles into your hip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, kissing him deeply before he pulled away to kiss down your chest, his hands pulling your shirt off. He continued down your chest before stopping, making your groan in dismay. Giggling, he kisses the space above the start of your rib cage, sucking on the skin softly. "I didn't know you had a lightning strike-" "Nooo," you whined, hiding the space with your palm. Pulling it away, he kissed the spot again, looking up at you for an explanation. "My brother and I threw a house party a long time ago and I passed out with my head in the shower. He drew lightning bolts on me and when I woke up, I liked this one the best. So, I got it tattooed ... like remembrance." Chuckling, he nodded, "That's ... cute?" "Shut up." Winking he continued kissing down to your tummy, keeping his hand on the spot.

Louis: His head rested on your tummy, kissing it every so often. Running your fingers through his hair, you spoke softly, "Come here," and he knew those words when you said them. Smirking to himself, he hovered over you, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. Looking up into his eyes, you blushed softly, kissing his thumb before nudging it with your nose. His heart sped up, leaning down to kiss you sweetly, lips moving with yours as your legs wrapped around his waist. Pulling him down, you ran your hand down his toned, tattooed arm where he laced his fingers with yours. Doing the same with the opposite fingers, he pinned your hands over your head, making sure you kept them there. Kissing down to where his head was previously resting, he stopped and you felt his smirk grow against your tummy. "What?" You questioned and his eyes, looked up, staring into yours. "You got a tattoo? Miss. "I'll never get a tattoo" actually got one?" "I can say the same for you, Mr. "I don't like tattoos," blah blah blah." He chuckled, kissing the little butterfly. Louis knew they were your favorite and he smiled, kissing it before laughing, "You have a tra-" "DON'T say it!" He bursted out in laughter before working his way back up to your lips, "I love you."

Harry: You had your eyes focused on your phone, your legs crossed on your bed before your boyfriend flopped beside you, smiling widely up at you. "Hi?" you chuckled, setting your phone aside and pulling him into a soft kiss. "Hi ... mmm, I missed you," he whispered against your lips, crawling onto your body. Snickering, you pulled away and rested your forehead against his, kissing his nose. Slowly, he made his way down to your chest, sucking small love bites onto your skin before he pushed the bottom of your shirt up to reveal your belly. Kissing down your chest, he stopped, moving the cup of your bra to expose a small star tattoo on your breast. He looked up at you, "A boob tattoo?" Chuckling, you nodded, taking his hand and pulling it along your body, "When I was younger, I promised my aunt I'd bring her a star one day. She passed away and one night, I noticed a star brighter than any other in the sky ... I took it as a sign ... got it tattooed ..." Smiling widely again, he kissed it, looking up at you, "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard, babe," he kissed your lips again. "Any other tats I should know about," he teased, kissing back down your tummy, "or do I have to search for them myself." "I dare you, get to searching, babe, it's gonna be a long night." Smirking, he kissed the skin above the waistline of your shorts before nodding, "Get ready."

Niall: Drawing small circles into your thigh from behind you, Niall kissed the back of your neck. Even in your sleep, you felt his warm touch send chills throughout your body, leaving your cheeks flushed and a small playing on your lips. Admiring you quietly, he ran his hand along your thigh before dragging it up your side, your pajama shirt coming up, catching a glimpse a small tattoo of a teddy bear on your hip. Raising an eyebrow, he stared down at it before realizing it was the same one you kept by your side every night. Not sure as to why it meant to much to you, he looked over your sleeping body to catch a better look. He saw it wore a baby blue tee with a name on it, but he couldn't see what the name was. Thinking hard, remembering every conversation you ever had with him, he put two and two together. A while back, your baby brother was diagnosed with kidney cancer, his condition being curable, but only if he underwent a risky, possibly fatal procedure. Your baby brother, now a cancer free survivor, is the one person you look up to, though he's still a young child. Smiling softly to himself, he kissed your shoulder, resting his hand on your hip where the small teddy bear tattoo lay. "Beautiful ..." he whispered, before wrapping you up in his arms and drifting off to sleep with you.