One Direction Preferences Part 2

He Thinks You're Sleeping

He Thinks You’re Sleeping

Louis: You’re a very wild sleeper and Louis knew it from experience. Today, you couldn’t sleep, so you decide to mess with Louis. First, you roll over to cuddle his side. Louis instantly woke up from the contact. Then, you lift your hand to stroke his cheek. He sighs heavenly. “You’re very touchy in your sleep.” Thirdly, you lightly tap his cheek, and then *SLAP* You land a hard one. “No this girl didn’t just slap me,” Louis whispers. You try not to laugh. He thought about slapping your bum as payback, but you grope his bum to shut him up. “(Y/N), you-” You can’t help but shake with laughter and open your eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” 

Niall: He couldn’t sleep. He just cuddles up to you, hoping he’ll be able to drift off from your soothing, even breathing, but he just couldn’t. After a while, he was getting quite bored of sitting on the bed. He could go watch some television, but he couldn’t pry himself of you if he tried. You’re just too warm! So he lifts your shirt a little and travels up, up, up… He stops when he felt the softness of your breast. He shivers in delight. But because his fingers are cold, you awake to your boyfriend squeezing you. “Ni…?” You croak, wondering if he was sleeping or not. Niall freezes. “Um…” “Stop touching me,” you say and roll away from him. Forever horny.

Liam: He woke up in a cold sweat, awoken from an insanely great wet dream about you. Even in the dawn of the night, Liam can see you with your back turned and chest rising. Then, he noticed he was sporting a woody in his boxers. He contemplated waking you for help, but decided he would have to do this on his own. So, he did his business and stared getting vocal. Your eyes popped open when you hear a loud, “Unf! Oh (Y/N)…” “Liam?” You jump up and nearly falling off the bed, because Liam is literally wanking two centimeters away from you. Liam quickly fixes himself and blushes tomato red. For a second, neither of you two can say anything. “So…,” Liam starts, “wanna help me finish what I started?”

Zayn: He had no idea why you fell asleep in the middle of movie night, but he was amused. You were drooling on his shoulder and snoring really loud. “Exactly like Harry,” he murmurs, gently pushing you to lay on the other side of the sofa. He wipes his saliva-coated arm all over your face. “That’s what you get for falling asleep on me.” “You better get this drool off my face if you want to live to tomorrow,” you say back. Zayn jumps, thinking you’re dead asleep. Turns out you woke up in the midst of him wiping drool on you. “Babe? (Y/N) are you awake?” “I sure as hell am,” you sat up and wipe your face. Zayn laughs because you never fail to make him laugh, even when you’re not joking. “I’m not kidding, wipe my face, you ass.” Someone’s cranky…

Harry: He presses his lips ever so softly to your bare shoulder, and then went down to your elbows. He was weird, pressing random kisses to any part of your body as you dreamt. Boyfriends usually kiss the collarbone and neck, but Harry? He favors anything and everything. Now he has an opportunity to kiss wherever he pleases without you pulling away, because you’re so ticklish. You did end up waking up from Harry leaving his wet kisses up and down your arm. “Ew Harry, what’re you doing?” You ask, pushing Harry away. He was embarrassed to say the least, being caught in the act. “See what happen is…” “No,” you shush him with a quick kiss. “Keep going.” Harry dimple-grins at you and continues with the kisses. Hawt.