One Direction Preferences Part 2

YOU TURN HIM ON IN PUBLIC

YOU TURN HIM ON IN PUBLIC

Harry - ”Harry, (Y/N), over here!” Anne waved with one hand, both of you over to the little cafe table, and you hurried towards it, taking seats side by side, your hand on his thigh before he could shift, “how are we both?”

"Yeah, great," you smiled ahead of Harry leaning, your thumb grazing down on his skinny jeans as you rubbed into the skin, "really good, actually."

"That’s so good… and Harry, how are rehearsals?" 

"Yeah, they’re… sorry," he cleared his throat, your fingers drumming up his crotch and palming the bulge there, "they’re going really good, mum, we’re all really… really happy with what it sounds like."

"You okay?" Anne broke her brow into a furrow, eyes up from perusing the menu. 

"Yeah, he’s fine," you smiled with a lean into him, pressing down with the heel of your palm enough to make him pant, gulping noisy air back down his throat, "he’s good, right, Haz?"

"Yep," he bit back words, and glared at you once, daring you to slip up over over his erection, rubbing hard again, "just peachy, mum, just peachy."

Liam - he sidled along with you, your hand in his as you turned the corner into another store, fiddling down the first few racks after something you knew you wouldn’t be able to find. “Hey, babe, what about this colour?”

"I like it," he smiled across from you, on the other side of the rack, glancing at item after item with eyes a little glazed, "suits you…"

"Yeah?" You cocked one eyebrow, "come check it out in the change room with me?" He followed you down to the little tent booths and you tugged him in with you, throwing your shirt over your head and the other one on, tugged down enough for you to see Liam gulping from your bare skin, leant against the wall, watching you, "you like, babe?"

"I… I, yeah, I like…" he palmed himself a little awkwardly, as you leant over and giggled, pressing lips to his for the moment before changing back to your clothes. 

"Think I’ll get it then," you winked his way, and left him in the changing room, hurrying out and after you, standing close behind as you walked, adjusting the front of his jeans to manage the fact that you’d sprung him up, quick steps to keep with your back and a blush from his cheeks all the way downward. 

Louis - ”So glad we could do this,” Louis patted your thigh at the table, by the window of a restaurant too expensive in your eyes, “it’s been fun, yeah?”

"Yeah," Harry nodded before sipping his water. 

"We’ll do it again," Zayn chimed beside him. You smiled up at Louis and nodded, rubbing into his thigh as you shifted close, fingertips taking steps up his leg to his crotch, like a ladder you were climbing, his eyes a little wary as he tensed, turning to you and shaking his head as scarcely as he could. 

"Don’t," he mouthed, making you want to tap higher, palming his crotch and rubbing hard, feeling the material dampen beneath your skin from sweat and a little pre-cum, his bulge growing under your friction. 

"Something wrong, Lou?" Liam enquired from the other end of the table, putting down his water with both hands. 

"Yeah, Lou…" you smirked beside him, "you look a little pale there, you okay?"

"Just fine," he reeled out a little too high for the words, your palm rubbing into him still, the strain under his jeans mounting by moments, "think I just need to duck to the loo, if you’ll excuse me…" and he slipped out from the booth, jogging all duck-footed to the mens, to where you had to bite your own lip to keep from laughing at him.

Zayn - ”What are you feeling like?” You murmured over, eyes on the menu board above the coffee stands, “hot chocolate, maybe, or are you feeling like something cold, babe…”

"I might go an iced latte," he smiled over at you, "same for you?"

"Yeah," you grinned and let him forwards to order. You leant slightly on his back, heels of your feet off the ground, arms around his waist, voice peddling out softly what he wanted, thanking the clerk and tugging you over to the counter. You hugged him again, kissing his lips and grinning back from it, kissing him again. 

"Don’t do this, babe…" he smiled through shaking his head, "you know I can’t resist you in public…"

"I know," you smirked back, leaning closer enough to grind your hips into his, cusp of his ass pressed into the lip of the counter, his hands fumbling with a few napkins, you up on your toes to spill breath down his throat to mask a heady whisper, "why do you think I’m doing it, huh?"

"You are…" he grilled his own voice low-slung, before you stepped back at his name and your order ready, his lips still agape, scoffing and holding the napkins and his wallet in front of him, waddling towards you to keep his boner from shifting out of being tucked, "so dead," he rounded the words out by your ear, carrying the cups out of the coffee shop and into the street. 

Niall - ”Babe, come on, we’re in a fruit shop for God’s sake!” You giggled up to him and kissed him again, lacing hands around his arms to keep him back from peeling you off him. 

"I know," you smirked up to his lips, lacing them, soft and yielding when he let it happen, "make it more fun…"

He knocked an apple down, easing up to the shelves along the aisle you were hiding down. “Babe, we’ll need to pay for that…”

"Niall," you rolled your eyes, hoisting him further, "it’s one apple. I seriously don’t think they care…"

"God," he groaned before clasping lips down on your neck, "I hate how you do this to me, babe, I…"

"Can I help you guys with anything?" The store keeper strolled up to you, hands clapping and a smile wide. You jumped back from Niall and blushed under your curtain of hair that swung forwards. 

"No, we’re good…" Niall rushed out quickly, hands fiddling a little at the front of his jeans. The store keeper smiled before it left him, glancing down a bit to Niall’s front. 

"Oh… I’ll just… leave you guys then…"